Scented Candles

Demons lay awake,
In the distance of space,
Hard, heavy nights,
The lizards tongue is sharp and bright.

Corrupted by her scent,
His knees drunken and bent,
When the whole world is together,
He is full of intent.

Then one hot day,
The beach pays the price,
Bodies so fine,
Dressed like a sweet wine.

She moves, she sings, she cries for me,
As I have made her tame,
The dream is not shared,
We're dying, reborn again.