and everything burned in blue, everything a star

Of so much moon were your hips to me,
of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight,
of so much burning light like honey in the shade

Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,
you have vines and stars in your hair,

I burned what end of the candle I had to burn,

My mom was afraid of burning, that was her big thing, she didn't want to burn, so she kind of stayed wherever she could, so my dad probably stayed with her.

Most of the material actually burned up. Propylene will burn fairly quickly, without a lot of residue,