As the candle burns down,
So I am wrapped in my own heat
Slowly melting
For want of you.
As the candle burns down,
Only a night breeze can make it waver
Slowly melting
Like a dream of you.
But tonight,
As the candle burns down,
My eyes won't close.
My desire is too loud.
And your absence
Is the blue
At the heart of the yellow flame.
Such a beautiful poem of desire and longing.
ReplyDeletePS: I added you to my blog roll this morning. :)
Thank you, Susanna!
ReplyDeleteOh, such a desire and a misting
ReplyDeleteof sensual feeling.
Mmm, "misting", I like that. Thanks for commenting, sweet Cynthia.
ReplyDeleteMeow!
ReplyDeleteSharkbutt! *smiles*
ReplyDeleteExcellent:
ReplyDelete"As the candle burns down,
So I am wrapped in my own heat"