Candle Dance

Flames, we once danced to
hide in shadows of forgotten desires.
I slowly reach into warm depths
to re-ignite your wanton fire.

Shadows drift across your face
as liquid forms in pools.
Sensual aromas hang in wisps
as they permeate the room.

Flickering back and forth
to the tango of your rhythms,
I lightly touch dark corners
unexplored and once forbidden.

The waning flame exhausts itself,
no match for what we've captured.
As we meld into the esctasy
of our dance,
we call the rapture. . . . .