Head First Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I dance on top of a candle.
Brought to life by your lips.
You've spread my lips apart
And fed me the fruit of your tongue.
My arms and legs don't know
The meaning of rhythm.
I begin to swirl and twist.
Breathing the taste of fume.
I bend and I sway.
Learning to walk.
Tongue tied,
Knowing nothing but to burn.
My shadow becomes smaller
And smaller.
I've learned to live and to breathe.
The taste of ash still on my lips.
I am tired and I am curled into myself.
There will never be another you