water colour dreams,
I am liquid in your eyes,
a solitary moth flutters in the dark,
waiting in anticipation ,
with trembling hands I lit the lamp,
orange hues flicker across the room,
dances on your silky hair,
the glass rose she once gave me,
from ancient Arabia,
I hold it close, I can almost
smell it in the air.
but for tonight,
you are passion’s flame burning
to engulf my lonely soul,
tonight we will slowly,
dissolve into each other.
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