Ode In Lamplight

'And what of love?'
She asked with a flickering glance
That made her eyes dance
Like a flames quick tongue

That licked about the room
In the sultry lamp light
That welcomed the night
With a burnt orange sigh.

A silent smile crossed his lips
His hand, like a plea,
Let hers loose to be free
But his eyes still betrayed

The predator fear
Like a cold, throbbing rage
The paranoia that age
Inflicts, a malaise.