Her Breath

And she rises to light the candles
Grace and beauty without compare
Her breath kindles flames not only there...

The wick responds without a thought
A sputter, then fully consumed
The light she is engulfs the room...

Her hair falls over her shoulder
Soft and golden, honey rays
I rise to meet her fervent gaze...

Her breath, between the cries of passion
Is ragged gasps of pure desire
We hold ourselves in lover's fire...

Whatever else I'll ever have
I know this til I meet my death
I lose myself within her breath...