My resolve to write
dwindles tonight
as I see you bright
lying in the dim light.
Alight is a sudden flame
with no definite name,
only your eyes to blame
for lotus petals are same.
On you my night is spent
with lips buried in your dent.
Sweat together we vent,
unknown time thus went.
Writing is an art
or so I thought.
From you won’t I part
for you are the better art.
