ON A CANDLE LIGHT
When I met the world on a tour,
It introduced me to a sunrise from the eastern province,
Why will I not cast back my mind?
Maybe that was because of your absence,
Butterflies cry when I seek for my soulmate in darkness,
Due to my hopeless walk in madness,
You've gone far predicting the downfall of our love walls,
Return to me with two rocky stones,
So much do my whole being yearns to feel your touch,
When the stellar opens voluminous gap,
And my tongue can't wait to lick the edge of your lip.
Which will place we two in apportioned flip,
Making darkness an intoxicant when it sees our affections in a flip book,
It will then fill its own mouth with every drop of his vain sweat,
After we ignite the candle in our simple flet,
The world we'll see our love on a candle light.
To impress the formless night with our might.
Copyright © Anderson Walkingshoes | Year Posted 2018