Sonnet: Love-maker's Candles

Candles flickering by the moons

caressing skins, soft like meadows

scented smoke and woods and rivers

painted a picture of vast lands.

The glory that could claim what the gods

would blame, humanity's doings.

Nothing would ever compare these

from ancient ruins. Not even then

the truth from illusions, nor the

light of allusions. Streams of moon-

lit infatuations, that bright

blight of fiery passion throes and throngs.

My love of you is a candle

spread eagle across the landscape.// 012115