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The imagery in this piece is amazing. I could see every sentence clearly in my head. I like the theme very much.
My favorite line is probably "swallowed the sun, licked it cruelly with my tongue."
Nice job (:

I'm a little confused by the punctuation in this. What had he ordered this winter? The snuffed candles?

I love metaphor, and I might suggest a little more - "I came back smiling, smelling of snuffed candles" fell a little flat, maybe because of "smiling"? What are you trying to say with "smelling of snuffed candles" and could it be accomplished by simply calling him a snuffed candle?

"Love is a red speech/that goes on and on about nothing in particular:" beautiful line.

"green eyes, a voie like silk, firm hands/features you can build upon for miles" I love the second line, but the first doesn't quite work for me - I realize what you were trying to accomplish, but maybe if you twisted the images more?

"white bombs detonate,/winds swirl,/sharp jewels/hit." Somehow the "sharp jewels" hitting affects me much more than detonating white bombs - maybe clarify a little more their point? I can feel the jewels, feel why they're there. See the difference?

'Course, I have all this critique, but it's fine as-is. You're a wonderful poet. :)

"I came back smiling, smelling of snuffed candles." Wicked, cheeky, devilish imagery--loved it! :D

"White bombs detonate." STRIKING!