Capture Able

All the gritty oxygen in this room is streaming as a tight band of waves,
Ramming manically into the core of this candle's white flame.
The spiraling heat is blue and shriveled, so exposed, so bold.

A sphere of fear is tangible.
All directions visible.

Only one divine eternity, and it is burning, purity clinging to the wick.
A tower of wax, scantly molded, is to the air an enemy and quick.
The food of heat (so blue so white!) is the air sacred and cold.

Everlasting, forgettable.
Nightly fresh, unmusical.

Thy lips part and break a sound's held barrier and breath in oxygen.
My heat is taken from my lips, my breath, my sips, pulled from within.
My love sprawls in streams to your core for eternity in folds.

Very comprehensible.
Lovingly, forth-whimsical.
Loveable is comfortable.