Oh! a kiss plucked out from the dark seed,
impregnable and one that blooms only in tangent.
True love whose fire by far burns brightest,
is often much like finding a needle in a haystack.
Your presence curls around me, thick as smoke
encircling in deliciously dark indecision.
Stay a little longer, come and watch
dropped down, he who hid blurring his image, an illusion.
Hidden within the warm, earthy depth
my love, though false, come and blow a kiss to the flower.
Photo credits: Silence, Marta Bevacqua on Behance
Posted for Sanaa’s Challenge: My final prompt @ Real Toads
also Posted on the Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub