[COLOR=red][SIZE=3][B]Shape of Love[/B][/SIZE][/COLOR]
You are the twilight rose
growing out of early
season of fire and desire
fine as wings of a silken moth
made of music and prose
No matter how many times
I have painted
on your virgin canvass
Regardless the distance
I have journeyed
into your cozy night
And forget the poems
I have penned
over your burning nakedness
& all my human plight
In my waking hour
you still remain a mystery
a breathing Sphinx with heavy breasts
The light in your petals
keeps changing color
as if a shy lady of class
lighting up the room
with a discrete smile
Sailing in the maroon sea
half-mast & a lonesome heart
my ambition grows fat with wind
while you rising like a white moon
invitingly to be my beacon
in the shape of love