Not a desire for her carnal touch
She don't make me laugh in a dark
Not sultry memories of us in past
She don't make me wish on stars for her lip
Not her silhouette my muse
Her guise for a lover, a tainted heart howls
Not her scenic dance for a time sake
Yet a breath holds for times in her wake
Clefts to soul condensed into an eye, a glimpse of her demeanor
And a heart art painting, violet and reds
Works by her hand, forever marks.