in candlelight

ease is i suppose
the supreme way of being
with least necessary contact
and lightest possible touch 
everything unlocks

mysterious foreign ways
of delicate objects, of bodies

the gritty ancient levers
of an antique lighter
cleaned and restored 
so quiet and soft
to its intended click

grain of meat
see the spiraling seam of fat
dividing the breast
tug gentle and watch it split perfect 

so i will, for you and me
dismantle this sin 
of force uncalled for
ignore the questions 
asked not by your skin, muscles and voice