Flambeau
when the flames
of ardent desire
diminish
to mere flickers
as the arousal
burns out
on the wick
of endless dreams
i don't wish
to be the afterthought
carried in the smoke
of rebound passion
as a mere spark
to reignite
your imagination
i'd rather
be unlit
as a display
on dusty shelves
of old dreams
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