A candle- by Juan M.S

A candle has almost gone off

when I find myself dreaming of you

with stars dancing on the ceiling.

An inkless pen lies lifeless on the desk

and images of morning rush to me,

the electricity is sleeping, powerless like you

after an evening of love making,

your eely legs wrapped up

on the gaseous darkness of my room.

soyjuanma86

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