A Lover's Room

In arms of silver
lay thee to rest…a sleep eternal,
as the proverbs go.
Candlelight and all that is soft
and calm washes over
like the faintest music overheard
from the cliffs above.
A love of life that wanes,
a swaying flame, in a cool breeze
exhaled from her pale nostrils
in pleasure’s sigh.
Roses stripped of their rose
in noir memories,
stems still and bent, arced
in an aging curve,
their petals silent
as angel’s foot falls
litter the shadows strewn
about a lover’s room.