A sparse candle lit room,
where only mirrors are witness to the memories.
A slow upward glide between,
and the hand rests from its soft caress,
Just out of view, a touch of heaven.
A voyeur moon hangs low and casts its smile upon your silhouette.
Some would say lunacy has claimed me,
I am but a slave to your vanity
though I know there is much more,
It hides beneath the surface.
Thoughts of love and beauty occupy my mind,
yet love should go beyond that shallow and common place.
past the edge where it touches the core of life,
yet fear and distain threaten your feelings of control.
Somewhere out there in the darkness there is a purpose,
a meaning to it all,
But for tonight I will bathe in your soft and familiar aura
as it joins with the candles and the moon
to create one more rebellious light.
Terence McGovern
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Submission Name: Rebellious Light
