Wax and Flame
A molten whisper,
Flame's delicate dance,
Wax rivers flow
Over a landscape
Of soft curves
And moonlit valleys.
Each drop,
A tender sigh,
Crimson trails
That caress the skin,
Glistening like dew
On a night-blooming rose.
In the stillness,
Heat and touch
Converge and rise,
Breath of desire
Igniting shadows,
Embracing the secret,
Sacred glow.

© poembyselly