成人快手

As the curtain and doors

Now closed in your room

Escape to the seclusion

Here within your book.


Fire now lit

To keep out the cold

Curled up on a sofa

Now you lay

Book in hand

And here you stay.


Candles flicker

Throughout the room

Shapes of many in size

As if dancing in unison

They are at your command.


And so the aroma

From a warm

Candle lit base

Wafts throughout the room

Is it the aroma

Which makes you weep?

Or that of the book

You now read?


Think not of outdoors

Not of the moonlit night

As it shines your house so bright

And yet a short while earlier

The sky was of wind and rain

Such is the power

Of a moonlit night.


Think not of the dog

Outstretched in front of the fire

Nor that of the cat

For he, no doubt

Will be curled up

Asleep on your bed.


Think only of the book

Before you now

And of the novel

You now read

As it captivates

Your mind.


The aroma of the candles

Eager to search a place

If only the door was open

Aroma drift by stealth

A scent of beauty

Will linger from

Room to room.


As eyes feel so tired

Your bed awaits

Where for some

Dreams are made

And so to sleep

You shall be.


Think not of the fire

Which once warmed

This cosy room

For its flickering heat

Will soon be dead.


And yet the aroma

Shall linger a wee

While longer

Instead.

By

island poet - Copyright 2008