candles

a perk about
being
hopelessly romantic,

when the power
goes out
and the wind chill
is below zero
all those candles
you have
for sobbing
romantically
can raise
the ambient temperature
by a few degrees

may have to
die alone
but not
in the dark
or frozen.

when they find
my ice covered
corpse
the last thing
to cross
my chattering lips,
i love you,
a frigid
declaration in
crystalized mist
a cloud of
final exhalation
from these azure lips
made only
to kiss her.

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