Slow she walks,
As languorous as the day skims
Its honeyed fingers over the sky,
Taunting me with the taste of burns,
I could only watch, only get singed,
As she walks away, glancing back,
The fragile horizons cracking at her heels,

Spilling the secrets of twilight,
The henna kissing her fingers,
Blushes at my relentless watch,
Seeping into her skin, embarrassed,
Darkening as it feels my desire,
And she beckons the moon with those hands,

Parting away the night sky with a call,
Holy thoughts winking out in the moonlight-
I watched the lupine flower bared to the moon,
Howling my heart for its place.

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For : wittyspirit

Thank you for being 'YOU'
I appreciate your presence in my life 🙏🏼⭐

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