Candles

Flickering lights

In warm shadows

Fragrance of vanilla, cinnamon

And every night she comes

And we dance in shadows

Walls of flame they flicker

She in all her colors like night

Perfume whispers to senses quiet

We dance all night

In shadows like ghosts

Cryptic forms like souls

Without form

And every night

She comes and we dance in shadow

Wakes me in the AM

French vanilla, sticky sweet

And every morning

The light extinguished

She and I

In twisting forms like flames

Extinguished

Their dancing embers

To the night sky

Leaving me cold alone

In darkness

And every night she comes

And we dance

In shadows.