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