Half light…

And so I know, that night is my brother

If not for he
fire would be legend
and
never would I
have gotten to see
the beauty in her eyes
by candlelight

nor would there be cause
for these
velvet shadows to
highlight and play
upon the edge of
her smile
or the furrows
of her brow

as the words she reads
draw from her
powerful emotions

I watch
from my reverential distance

my bacchanalian
spirit
drunk on the
curves of her body

and the sweet vintage
that flows
from her heart

About Eric

Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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