Allured by her presence,
you rise

Sheer power,
She yields,
And you submit
To its potency

Of imminence she reeks,
you know,
And fall into a slumber,
Of repudiation,
you reek

Before your very eyes,
She breathes life into death
And you reform
your ways

You watch her transform
A pair of wings,
She sets off with,
Shrugging off the feeble protective shell of past

For too long you try
To reach out,
Only to realise,
Your wings
Are clipped

you’re a burden
a definitive issue
we continue with you’re
version of pleasantries
like kiddies in an ongoing game of tag
but this act is beginning to drag
it’s time to raise the flag
pack you’re  bags ****
it’s time to track
you’re destinies not bound here
no cause we’re you’re enemies
you’re the recipe for a chore
so there’s the door

your hair dances with the breeze like grass,
while the orchid sky paints your face.
your lips, the shape of Artemis's golden bow,
shooting at me endlessly

your name sits on the tip of my tongue.
my eyes are wide and unblinking,
fingertips touching and grazing
as we lie under the starless sky.