Candles and Firelight

He closed the door,

and on the floor,

were rose petals, white and red,

the pillow still impressed

with the shape of her head,

rich draperies covered the bed,

the room was lit only by candles and firelight,

the moon was the only outdoor light,

the covers of the bed turned back,

intimacy lingered in the air like a swarm,

with her sheets still warm,

the scent of a woman lingering in the room,

he sensed the desire,

as the wood was popping in the fire,

her clear blue eyes stared

into the lined angry face,

she was still holding on to her grace,

then reality came back to him with a crash,

everything lit up in a flash,

driven to voice his deepest fear,

as the home invasion was much too clear,

he had murdered the husband

at the bottom of the stairs,

and murdered the young wife,

without a single care,

as the perfume of her hair

and the warm female smell of her body

made this crime too much to bare.

Reviews

[therisa]

Wow, I was not expecting the dark twist, which you provide us, of the murderous burglar realizing his crime that he committed. Using vivid and descriptive words to paint us, a mental picture of this crime. Truly, a crime niore poem.

[MiidniightSoul]

A beautiful and romantic poem. It has a nice flow and a vivid imagery. It's also very well written. Temptation and desire is almost impossible to ignore and we mostly let ourselves give in. Powerful write.

[Valentine]

In the 3rd line...it is petals..not peddles, you may wat to change that..otherwis worded well but gruesome..Valentine