Melted Wax & The Nocturnal Night Hawk

Hand rolled beeswax tapers

And sapphire jeweled candelabrums

I hung them in the Birch woods

They light our way

Dripping with honeyed dreams

Our orchids are pleasure troves

Announcing our sensual intimacy

I pluck foxgloves and moon ivy

(you are my sweetest bouquet)

Wrapping your fragrant bodice with palms

Dancing my fingers across the melted wax

I write my name across the permanence of your soul

Offering you this nectarous osculation

Succulent upon these whet unending songs we sing

Echoing deep inside you where a magician lives

Solemn and vowing to reach climactic ovations

I toy with the rhythmist of your subterranean breathing

Where You and I unite under moonspun pearls and jewels

Gazing at the silence of our whispering willows

We know that we are the honeycombs of tomorrow

Exploring sweet delectations of purified dreams

Unharmed by the thorny grotto of the black forest

As the nocturnal night hawk sees our shadows

My savory fingertips dance across the melted wax

Poetry Chronicles: Victoria L. McColley