Candle Lit

Trembling gleam
illuminates her silk silhouette
like the sunrise gracing the mountain,
and a blanket over my cold body.

Her warm fingertips on my skin
burn her name deep within,
flickering light shrouding
our bodies, a new world

They blossom in spring
vulnerable imperfections,
each flaw: a snowflake
conjoined made perfect.

Wild hearts bathed in delight,
dancing desires united,
locked fingers as destinies sealed
by the golden candlelight.

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