Thy Eternal Summer shall not Fade

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.