Gray shades of dust
Mixing with the flour of white
With breezed parting precision
The flame of my light
Sees it and holds it
The trickle of sweat
On the wilderness of hairs
And pores root glows
On the sun deep beauty
The flame of my light
Sees it and caught it
The trace of lips
Down the smooth length
Of the human neck
Felt in erotic pores and goose
With each moments beauty
The flame of my light
Sees it and keeps it
The fair moon
Undressing deep in the Night
When mortals careless
Only of rest and the days pain
The flame of my light
Sees it and clicks it
–
The moment it holds
Last long in memory
The moment it caught
Would never be lost
The moment it keeps
Are treasures for a lifetime
The moment it clicks
Bonds all as one
–
Flames of my light
Flashes existence in each minute
Of tearful sight.
