le feu

Incandescent love ,

fueled by heart felt ruminations,

sanguine memoirs of truth bearing arteries,

light chasing shadows about a dimly lit room,

probably a tent; warmth owed to the summer dusk,

silly moths flirting and flitting about the flame,

their patrons true contemporaries snuggled in their downy sleeping bag,

mildly dusty vanilla fragrance presses the senses,

pools of cooling wax heating oak; light reflecting as it dances just above,

flames licking the night, barely visible within their opaque resin confines,

drifting lazily into the twilight, soft smoke twirling as it wafts,

holds true like an eternal guardian of the air,

never quite burning down, ever mystifying it’s captors,

lucent plaything of bygone readers and ambiance of countless lovers,

seal of the evening and gentler than any breath,

plume, illuminating loom.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s