Apollo In Candlelight Poem by Toni Atchison

How candlelight loves my lover.
It catches his eyes of green
and turns them into jeweled orbs,
sharp and precious-
seeing all, judging none.
It carves his beloved face
into a study of amber light,
so like a Greek god of old-
brought to new life in him.
The light of the candles
chases his hands as they move
along my skin.
I become his painting-
of light and shadow,
a study in honeyed light,
countered by jet.
It turns my tears to saffron jewels,
my sweat to amber,
precious gifts to him.

3-27-08