Still in his sleepless, he thought of love and wrote of way imagined. Candle-light, faint flicker-shadows moved in waver of flame upon the wick; smile and eyes, her body close in faintness of night cover.
Arc of her body as he moved in near, draw of low back, forward stretch of her stomach, angled presenting of her pose in rest to braced arms behind. His move of her veil, gown’s thinness of night dress; expose and hold and kiss to beneath; lips’ raise and climb to meet with hers; descent of upper slope, spread-ridge of her collar, neck’s leading—all touched upon lips’ path. Smile in eyes, and then lips find; her body back, press of match, gentle as the tender flame glow-burning on the wick.