Light touches the edge of the sky
Which bursts forth to your lips
Lips that mustn't be tarnished or burned
Charred orange rays struggle to find figure
Overpowering them with a flash of a grin
Followed by a sweetly scented titter
A sonic melody that melts insides of all around
Matter drips up into the horizon
Embellishing the the beam further along
Brighter
More vibrant
A dying star
Seeking a new lifeforce
Commensalistic relationship is needed
The light found her