Flickering the flame of a candle burns
drawing lines when you awake,
there are patterns and dark forms
that it makes on the walls,
your eyes gleam,
there is suddenly a smile that touches me,
you are supple and soft against me
and forever I could lie like this without any movement.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flickering-the-flame-of-a-candle-burns/
