He found her in rest by window view, body curled in chair, hands’ comb through her hair as she gazed on a sky turned night.
Beside her on small table beside her chair and place, candle burned in an alabaster mind through which flame glowed in amber through. Candle lit her face, warm accent of light and candle’s close.
He wondered her thoughts but left alone. She’d share if she desired.
She was beautiful in her rest, her near and her distance; her body in place, spirit and mind—wherever it was they sometimes went.
All need their solace, sanctuaries and hides. They both had them in their minds.
She turned from view and nighttime sky, diminished in city’s wash, but in near of the candle, light-cast of a warm-glowed mind, she was striking in the soft of light; gentling of her features, light-painted details, shape of her cheeks, draw of her jaw, green and gold of eyes—her smile that melted him like wax in warmth of flame.
Gentle and softened, everything of her an allure.
He took her hands from their comb of hair. He raised her body from its curl, straight backed and upright, backdraw of her shoulders accentuating of her figure all the more, he kissed her in candle’s light: warm and gentle like candle’s cast that melted him the more.
Her essence in eyes and smile remaining; silence-spoken affirmation, telling of love, gifted in melting sign.