Yard Sale of Thoughts

Be My Mantle

Happy Friday! I hope this poem warms your weekend right up.

There is nothing artificial about it.
Everywhere white and gold 
when our eyes meet.

Combustion,
accidental flammability,
you stimulate incandescence,
bring out my brilliance
with each flexible filament.

Brightness, I beg of you,
let me be your lamplighter.
Meet me for a hot spot kiss,
a public display of luminescence.

Bathe me in your chaldron of bliss.

I think once lit,
we'll make a radiant fit.

Artwork: Vintage 1895 poster by Giovanni Maria advertising incandescent gas lamps.