fervor reflecting through her soft skin,
requiring the kindest of care.
requiting my heart to an empty room
where each beat echoes and spirals to the curls of her hair.
i dance to our minds, wondering what is it that's inside.
the charm of her eyes, a familiar guise, leads me to another tale, a curse, of demise, but, as i know, a blessing and a lesson in disguise.
would you wish to dance intwined?
us to learn by our movements aligned?
for this monument, from ruin, being rebuilt in these endless periods of time?
to lead a friendship of that divine?