He wears me close to his skin
He never tells me the secret behind
the different sunshines on different Sundays.
The touch of his hand on my thoughts;
Poisoned the nectar of my mind.
I'm locked deep within him
I'm lost with him.
Imaginable memories
Destroyed a number of my perfection
Suggestions he gave, I followed
I pictured us.
Will you ever dance with me?
His hands
are shaped
within myself
The intimate connection,
makes me hear
the silk
of his voice
My impatience torns me
I exist by him
in ornaments of love;
He intrigues me.