by Ken Harnisch

She trembled

And I smiled

And my eyes beheld her

In the light that died

When I snuffed the candles

With my fingertips


She has them

Draped around the

Bathtub like a shrine

And they flicker

Madly in the heat

Of our torrid conversations

On the phone


But tonight

 I am here

And the candles need

Not provide the inspiration

Or the light to keep

Her glowing

Since we both know

How to find the fire


Posted on 09/11/2003
Copyright © 2021 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/16/03 at 01:32 PM

Poignant is a word that comes to mind upon reading this Ken. Sure to make some gal's heart flutter!

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