I am your birthday cake.
Words like sweet and love
roll off your tongue
although you know little about me
those words are chocolate sauce
poured over me
you’ve already lit the candles,
can we fall head first into this cake,
is it time?
No, not yet, someone announces
with wine-coloured lips,
and stars in their eyes, maybe me.
My hands know nothing
but how to hold yours,
seems I’ve always known you;
my clothes are around my feet
and I can’t take my eyes off you,
even when you’re miles away.
I’m drenched in sweat from the heat
off hot rocks in this lodge,
now steam rises and I lay low to breathe
because now you’ve followed
another guest out the door
as a breeze blows out the candles,
all but this one to light a new fire.