Candlelight

Candlelight of my bedside table
dancing shadows on the wall
devils, demons and Faustus's on the ceiling
your head on my pillow
as I lay on top of you

I see your eyes
green, sometimes blue
in the candlelight are hazel
and your hair turns dark brown

I sometimes look at your thighs
and think you're somebody else
you look at me in the candlelight
and I think you don't know who I am
or where I'm from
or where I've been
it's all these mirrors
all these reflections
look at them
on the ceiling
on the doorway

My gypsy spirit
concave and convex
how our bodies seem to fight
how they hunger
how they ache
in the candlelight.