This poem uses metaphorically, the candle to signify most of the beautiful women today…
– Osalam Wosu
The flickering flame
flutters in my eyelids
For me to come, it bids
and taste the brimstone flavour of its feathery fangs;
For me to reach out a finger
and swirl it’s oval image beneath the metallic moonlight.
It’s stand supreme atop the lofty tower of wax
Summoning sinsisterly for me to feel
And grasp it’s entirety, in my hand’s palm.
Colourful and calm:
The definition of sly
It yearns to teach me a lesson of pain
As young and green a boy I am
To its advances a fool I’d be.
So with arm outstretched
Plunged into the heart of its venom;
A lesson of pain well learnt
Will part with my heart never.
©2017. 2edged Pen