body safe wax i held the wick between my teeth even as you pulled. there was a flame or i was the flame or the room was a flame. half of a safe word. i wanted to be a sensation & not a pair of lungs. wanted to stand vigil over a dining room table. bless the chicken. kneeling. an urn. holding the candle or me. the lighter he kept in his pocket. another frame in the basement like a merged pair of eyes. who could know it would be this static? this urgent to bring heat to flesh. over the fire or holding the fire. a hoard of boys all waiting to be good. do you know what it means to recieve? i open my palms. ask to hold the baby. the baby is nothing but rope. the baby is a bedroom. who knew it would be this easy to ask for salvation? no no not like that. i mean a rope bridge & a kerosene lamp. no more tongues. just candles flickering at every spoken word. i could give you a new contintent. spill an atoll on the ocean of your back. call me blue as a before the bruising. i go as far back as the word "yes."