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 

 

Comments4

  • Heather T

    This is gorgeous, sir. Just gorgeous.

    • WL Schuett

      Thanks much Heather , I find some poems are easy to write this one just flowed

    • kevin browne

      I love the shadows from the candle light, especially when it glows on a women. beautiful to read.

    • WL Schuett

      Exactly, thanks Kevin

    • WL Schuett

      Lol yes I love that line also , if your looking at some of my other poems I liked Ancient Whispers as one that melded well with my painting . Thanks Santi



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