chinese wedding <br />two red candles burn <br />though the night <br /> <br />wax sizzles, <br />drips, drips <br />with our red hot <br />passion for each other <br /> <br />drips, drips <br />fluidly down the bar <br />the whole night <br /> <br />drips, drips, with <br />each pause of <br />our desire <br />each hug of our <br />affirmation for <br />each other <br /> <br />drips, drips <br />with our thirst <br />for each other <br /> <br />drips, drips <br />and clings to <br />the bar, warm <br />as our bosoms <br /> <br />drips, drips <br />solidifying <br />the night into our <br />assurance <br />for each other <br /> <br />drips drips till <br />the morning <br />turning the night <br />into an ecstatic <br />tour de force, <br />a union crystallising in <br />a mass of bliss <br />resting quiet on <br />the base of two <br />exhaust candles<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1-two-red-candles-burning-through-night/
