# Flickering flames send shadows dancing -
Heedless silhouettes,
Flirtatiously celebrating their freedom.
Compelling, hypnotic -
Calling me in my solitude,
Soliciting with my mind.
The warm caress of a lover's lips:
A kiss of light,
A kiss of life.
Breathless, expectant -
The rudiments of romance.
I lie transfixed;
The abstract rhythm of combustion.
A waking dream.

  1. smokey says: #
    This is really great, Colin; I particularly enjoy the concluding image of a waking dream. (And 25 years ago—goodness, that means my first “collection” of poetry is also that old, begun in summer 1994.)