candle in the window

candle 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 ….