Kindling Fire
the candle snuffed out long before the night was gone
sent shivers of darkness from a cracked thin chandelier
bemoaned life’s brevity and then succumbed to slumber
a scent of yesterday perfused the room with fragrance
of wishes burnt at lightning speed and molten wax
whispered to a waning moon’s request to grow anew
obscured by clouds fully bestowed with heavy vapour
the harlequin chanted songs of wisdom and temptation
half-naked images of the fool’s physique oozed wanton
jaded milestones jingled from his silver-coated necklace
his nubile fortune proud in the beauty of a timid glance
cast an eye of passion now that the light had given way
a sconce invited the cierge to bequeath a drop of hope
from his sceptre as he followed the bouquet of her lips
that whispered without a blush and accustomed to delight
ambrosia flowed from the flute of devotion as if to dance
within the shadow of a blossom ripe to spill and savour
their kisses forewent innocence to raise sweet sinless veils
01st November 2020
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