Non-Erotic Poetrycandle in the windowcandle in the window
candle in the breeze
cup of strong black coffee
the jangle of cell keys …
behind these prison bars
beams of captive light
incarcerated here
throughout the long dark night …
unconsummated thoughts
I should probably not consider
beside the road of life
like uncollected litter …
I feel my skin tingle
sometimes with just a phrase
that sexual / social stigma
caught in the maze …
but enjoying each minute
each and every night
but wondering if my life
is like this candle light …
shinning in the window
flickering in the breeze
and me, the perfect stranger
or just the perfect tease ….
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