There is a rose in every candle flame
where the heat is at its highest point
it's-here-my-love-and-I meet to reclaim
our ceremonial oils and anoint;
set alight this butane in one another
again, as beeswax honeycombed
we are inseparable yet juxtaposed
melting as wax flows into lava.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem