Candles Of Delight

When silowets dance in the night,
to classical music from a distant light,
robes undune just right infront of window paines,
soft skin kissed by flickering candles
now blow out,
just as two hands clasped,
then leave that theater to delight,
into another place, another room.

poem by Walter C. Edwards
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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