Candle
as
she sits
on the edge
of her bed
the candle
burns
her
thoughts drift
with the aroma
and light smoke
one touch from
masculine hands
could light desire
and she would melt
into a slow trickle
like a candle's edge
beneath the heat of
red glow to puddles
of warmth below
her eyes tear in a smokeless room as she sits
on her bed alone...the candle burns itself out
8/16/13
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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