a candle flickers warm
in your gaze- -I am
held there- -peering in.
We waltz in your crystal
cavern heart- -circles
and laughter.
Dripping silver trickles
down your arm feeding
love between the lines.
Paper ages in ways
unconditional love
will never know.
Hand me the need
I see in the flame- –
tangible- -red,
a key on a chain
for my pocket- -will
let me in safely.  I’ll be
pink raspberry
fudge on your tongue
– -melting love.

Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.