Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray20 Jul 2014


The red of the candlelight
catches your skin, serenading
the beauty you are.

You speak, your eyes caught
in the half-light, unaware
of your grace.

To you, you are only here.
To me, you are an acrobat
flowing in space,

your body a ballet
on a silent stage, moving
to the patterns of Time.

I am alone here, watching
you dancing. Your skin glows
in the flame.

Night comes in
and you are gone. The room
stands empty.

Outside the darkness
breeds thunder. The candle
sputters in the rain.