A Twilight Moon
A princess falls on curled brown locks in need,
Like delights in mind mean a woman to breed,
Like a worm hand finger entangles hair like sea,
Like breath wave broken by island Lea.
I whisper in her ear:
“If you were a melody then only the good notes do justice.”
I feel like an enraged water spout kissing a mouth so young,
Like a sponge when squeezed drips dry my tongue,
Like a deep sea draws out waters shallow fall,
Like a hungry wolf who loves with gall;
A heart so shy and withdrawn ignites and erode,
Like black powder into artificial stars explode,
Like metal corrupted into ferrous oxide folds,
Like a useless hinge on a front door makes us cold.
Now she feels like a breath slow moving in a wanton field,
Like blissful eyes then when shine delightful yield,
Like flowers smell in dew crisp morning sunshine,
Like armoured feeling patient kind, for all love is blind.