Smoldering embers

There is a pure art to it

The way we dance around each other

You with your silent mask and air of conviction

Me, a nonchalant shrug, an unabashed disposition

 

A candle burning, under a jar

The flame weakening and gasping for air

Until one of us lifts the glass

Renewing the glow for a time…

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