the candle you gave me is glowing
winking cheekily in the breeze from the fan
happy as jupiter
the scent of pine is comforting
as i sit here in my pajamas
looking in the bottom of an empty mug
for the milk i drank an hour ago
the fragrance of foreign spice
makes my mood seem more exotic
my medieval music contemporary instead of past
but i cannot write the words i’ve imagined
seeing on the page black and crisp
nothing keeps them in
except my inability to concentrate
i’ve never told you about writing, have i?
to be honest, i don’t remember
what we talk about when we talk
do we?
maybe we never need to
this candle flame is dancing
keeping time to the gypsy tunes
mischievous but steady
full of mirth
like you
beautiful.
love candlelight!