She flickers and faints; in and out, in and out.
His eyes have captured the beauty she consumes,
now he does too.
Pupils flared, a glaze, a glare a flicker can claim.
A storm of ink blown across a defenseless leaf,
carried on an inspiration,
his had has yet to feel defeat.
She lights and dims, but fails to die
He stares, as if a soul was bound to bare
And possibly he knows more than I
But, I've yet to see an object come to life.
By no means I mean to dismiss
The beauty in the sight of a candle light,
but, yet, so inspired and in such a daze,
infatuated with a candle gaze.
She dances and teases 'till sweat drips down.
Dressing her in a lovely layered gown.
Mesmerized and in fear of her touch,
he stares as his lover turns to dust.

-2004