Coral steps weave and weaved along deeply thick, I am dark tea as warm as the dripping wax of the melting candle caught by its holder In search for your hands in the cooing night As you grew colder.
The nightly strings that are ripping For a dancing gentle lily. The day distracts what the night can give in the coral silence and sticky speed. All day I quest for the nightfall's shower of retreat and surrender. The darkness loses inside caves and shelters where the sun visited over and over.