To the Writing Desk

Well it comes again to the writing desk
where my quills have all absconded
to a land of ink where none can blink
and lovers once had bonded

A touch of waxy curtains bled
from weakest, sleepless candle lights
now sparking from a darkness
granting lulled clandestine sights

to those of us in night's embrace
betwixt frozen stars and frosted grass
where all eyes look to wander
Seeking passion's brazen brass

I write to you, beloved one
My heart lodged in my throat
Remember the fire as our souls leapt higher
As now we stay afloat