Dinner By Candle

Candle light dinner is for thirty plus,
Wax drips to teach how time melts,

How it hurts, the force of its strike,

Leaving behind hard and shapeless,

Of fading shades, weakened grasp,

So let’s hold hands, fingers entwine,

Wrap tight, lest hours slip our mesh,

Let’s squeeze moments to last drop,

Making pulse race faster than clock,

Let’s lock our lips, sync our breath,

As appetites whet to the unfamiliar,

Preparing to digest joys at debut,

Stroking of hair, pecks on ear lobes,

Hands moving across abacus of ribs,

Nose as pointer scanning your back,

Your endowed rear as a gentle drum,

But candles shorten, whisper to sigh,

And it is time to choose your menu,

As left and right run up your spine,

As wax wane and glow on last drop.

(2012)