Platonic Love

My Queen,

Walk into my wax palace

And peer into my eyes.

Words will melt away

As the lamps will light themselves

On their pedestals

And the wax won’t melt away.

The bow will play on the taut violin strings,

And a whole orchestra will resonate

In the background, gently, lovingly.

The chalices will fill themselves.

We will drink with our eyes.

The angels of love will blush

Behind the lamps on wax pedestals;

The demons of darkness

Will blink from yonder.

My Queen,

Walk into my wax palace

Where words have no role to play.