PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Twenty candles light up the sky
But not a word to the wise
To this wide eyed frazzled mind
Blow them out to say goodbye

But not a word to the wise
With your sparkling smile and kind eyes
You make your wish tonight
You are mine.

Another's touch upon your skin
A birthday waltz; a nightly sin
With a man in your hands
You dance, you dance.

In the darkness you dance
With a brute face and brute's pace
And a head in a pillow
And a plead for grace.

Your hands clasp around his heart
But you are released to roam
To trail another victim
Yet I am here alone

To watch your eyes reflect the flames
That burned inside my veins
For the white hot yearning of your touch
Through the blackness of these chains

That craved the lips that purse before me
Blowing caution to the wind
To gently touch my outstretched hand
You sever at the wrist.

Twenty candles light up the sky
But not a word to the wise
To this wide eyed frazzled mind
Blow them out to say goodbye.