Gathering Her

In the dying flickers of night I lust for her touch on my forehead Come before robs you the daylight And scatter you in pieces in my head! In daylight she’s real scattered pieces Drawn in many faces missed in many kisses A woman a wife remote in diverse role Her fibers hidden like light in black hole On the nights too she’s mystic moonbathed A wispy fairy out of bound lying on my bed I can’t but love her can’t her ever leave Can’t put out the flame that rises to deceive I crave her fullness in the dying flickers of night And doomed to an eternal fate I lie in wait To see her core disrobed before robs her daylight!