Through The Glow Of Candlelight Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Too many windows and doors,
Remain locked and closed.
Even the presence of shadows,
Seem to be missing from view.
And there you sit in a corner wondering,
Why no one seems to care.

I think you just want me to believe that.

Too many sentences spoken to use,
Flow from your lips without the benefit..
Of an exclamation or periods.
You want this,
Undeniable anguish.
And you deliver this as an invitation?

I sense you have something up your sleeve.

Your interpretation of happiness,
And mine...
Do not mix!

Whatever it is you cling to,
Has you in a grasp of sadness...
You most enjoy as I perceive it.
To say you are meditating on attracting love...
As you say,
Is something done you do...
I must admit,
I don't want to stay another minute...
To witness whatever kind of love it is you wish.

One you want to make an appearance...
In this gloom and darkness.

Why do you smile at me,
Through the glow of candlelight?
Baby...
No disrespect!
But I think I better go!

And let me ask you this...
Why do you have so many mason jars,
Filled with tomato sauce.
It is tomato sauce?
Isn't it?

Why do you smile at me,
Through the glow of candlelight?
Baby...
No disrespect!
But I think I better go!

'Please stay.
I find you quite amusing.'

Under one condition!
That butcher knife sitting on that raised pedestal...
You let me have it to hold.

'Sure!
Where would you like to hold it?
And don't say in your hands.
They all seem to say that...
First.'