Candle Light
 
I want to leave
how I remember you best, 
not with child, not in the bake
of banana bread,
but by the eggy light
of candles. 
 
*
 
I see the flame's reflection, 
its cuticle and nail,
cupped in the hand
of your eye.
 
*
 
Somewhere
the light reaches,
casts a shadow,
wears your body.
I sat through half the movie
in that black white life. 
 
*
 
It’s not that I see any clearer.
Candles have a thirst for darkness,
as does the moon
or coffee,
or religion.
 
*
 
It’s the light that pushes me away;
light divorcing the flame,
hand closing the eye.

my favorite part. excellent work, for sure. there's a great deal of life in these words.

welcome to the site...

i really enjoyed this, well done!

very interesting, i take it you are drawn to the darkside??

Quan, I'm glad you found a part to enjoy. I thank you again for dropping by.

KC, thank you for the welcome, and for your kind words!

Simonedevidova, I do have a number of dark poems, probably too dark for a nice fluffy forum. =) I'm glad you found the piece interesting,


Duck!