Crisp Candlelight

fingers run cold within a touch,
they drag somberly in book shelves unlike
your own, they
wander, sit and ponder all the way through,
thinking of what it takes to make a standard.



do they lie in butterflies? Only seen in springtime,
do they wish to stay throughout all season long?
Oh but how will I know, where to go?
When will the leaves change, for I'm
wanting that space in you,
clenching that fire that which does crackle.



and such a gentle sound it be,
the fires setting inside our skins
waiting to be released
when another fire is let in,



so will you keep it?
Don't let our fires burn out,
Mine won't burn you, nor will it ever
show a chill in your smile,
because in life, all I want
is to be loved
as I am freed.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Ah.. I guess, I was missing a very creative writer on 'tis cafe's site... lol

Your poetry's seemed like eye-catching scenario of word-porn that alluring my heart quite badly. Sounds interesting. Loved the lines:

"Don't let our fires burn out,
Mine won't burn you, nor will it ever"

Ah.. so smoothly & romantically you bled in romantic words. I may make a very vivid image deep across the corners of my very "enraged" mind that how lovers fingers wave so well .. ov'r the warmth .. the body... the spirit overnight & how gently the flicker of candlelight has 'em both lost into each other ... with the hum of salted winds... the crispy winds. Such fire of love never burns anybody ... ain't even harm any one not even the heart not at all unless... it's "not" treated wrong. Once you treat love wrong, even your own heart treats you badly so I guess.. a very beautiful message either you've expressed through very words that how even the fire of love may lit up your whole life... with the gleam of peace and "satisfaction", undisguised. Excellent work!

[Kristine Ferg]

may inspire you :), thank you.

[Adam Adams]

Lol ... *chuckle*