Its shape fills a little piece
of wavy movement when
the watery texture falls on my skin.
It makes a small pain then dries.
When I blow it out, its
sweet scent fills the room.
Don’t underestimate its size.
It can fill the room with its melty self
but then dries, and I can
use it again.
With enough of them around me
I feel like I’m in a Dracula movie,
just when he’s gonna bite the woman
on her neck, wounding what scent I can
have when watermelon or strawberry
smells make me want the real thing.
I turn them on every chance I get.
So many matches,
I then I blow them out like a birthday cake.