Act IV

the candle flame flickers
in a small room,
illuminating the walls
with petals of light
and in her eyes, he burns
gently blowing on the embers
that line her soul
like jewel-red buttons on a black overcoat.
they are quiet together
in the sweet bliss of gentle heat,
their bodies a perfect fit -
she fits, so small and graceful
into the curve of his shoulder and stomach
as he holds her close
and whispers words of a silken, tender tone
into her ear and against her neck.
she hides in his embrace
and observes the smoky light
of a shrouded golden moon
stroking his skin and binding them together
in a ribbon of sweat-beaded grace.

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