On Stella I Wax Poetic

Lying prone, in comfort arranged;
You, my altar, five candles lit,
symbols of alchemy, of old and arcane...

yellow for mind, your thoughts
focussed on me;
red for your mind, to submit,
serve and please;
blue for your heart, emotions
raised high above;
green for your body, field
verdant with love;
white for our spirits flying
free as a Dove...

Your body a palette upon
which wax will drip;
move lovely contoured than a
fine sailing ship;
lying there still and
quiet as a mouse,
Your soft skin to be the silk
flag of our house...

(this ship's single mast rising of
it's own accord
as I lift up the candle from which
waxen glyphs shall be poured)

drops begin falling, You
tremble, You groan;
a madrigal shared - my sighs
twine with your moans;
drip slow, with hand steady,
take infinite care;
when done kneel beside You, kiss cheek,
caress hair;
and wax cools, hardens, Our standard
in place;
My reward? Dreamy eyes and
the smile on your face...

then with regret and with
not a few tears,
symbol gently removed from My
altar so dear;
yet tho' now from this shore
we slowly depart,
glowing shield is emblazoned
with love... on Our Heart...