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
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Comments4
This is gorgeous, sir. Just gorgeous.
Thanks much Heather , I find some poems are easy to write this one just flowed
I love the shadows from the candle light, especially when it glows on a women. beautiful to read.
Exactly, thanks Kevin
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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