Friday, March 31, 2006
The Candle
She is the candle maker
Rising above my supine body
She dips the wick
In the oil of perfumed love
Layer by layer the candle grows
Made smooth by the gliding motion
A kindled glow becomes
A burning taper in the night
Donning the sacred garb
Of the Goddess she places
My lit candle on the altar
And says a prayer for me
My Lady
Rising above my supine body
She dips the wick
In the oil of perfumed love
Layer by layer the candle grows
Made smooth by the gliding motion
A kindled glow becomes
A burning taper in the night
Donning the sacred garb
Of the Goddess she places
My lit candle on the altar
And says a prayer for me
My Lady
# posted by anarchistbanjo @ 4:27 PM 
