WL Schuett

Candlelight

the provocative shape of her mouth 

in candlelight her dark eyes gold 

I felt the weight of endless verse 

more than my heart could hold 

 

prose and passion grab at me 

and hold with their allure 

addicted to the written word 

a habit I\'ve no need to cure 

 

my thoughts were tethered back 

by the memory of her touch 

breathtakingly beautiful wearing only 

candlelight ,

it was all too much 

 

the wild mountain scent of her 

and the meadow flowers fuse 

if your quarrel is with fate 

you know you\'re bound to lose 

 

a soft waft of perfume 

lingers over this tender night 

I have no quarrels, no regrets 

as I lay replete in candlelight