Embellishment of labor, I am
flaunted to the peers,
at opportunity's every call,
ever so royally
A symbol of sun's ravishing, I am
which starts with a kiss, and then gets fierce,
so that she pants, while she fans
with her garment's fall,
ever so coyly...
I may not be like the dews in the dusk
which, on each petal and leaf shall stand,
but also not, am I the summer's leftover muck
for I am that molten gem that glistens
that stays concealed, but only revealed
by trickling down when gathered all locks
sparing not a single strand.
of the stage beyond minor apprehensions,
we have now passed, I indicate
when from the clouds of fear and anxiety
I precipitate...
down his straight looking cliff
also between her narrow deep crevice
I travel sending a ticklish chill
which to its source is not akin
couldn't add to the troubles, only If
as well providing an adhesive service
that proven reliable, discarded until
of making the fabrics cling like their second skin...
I also am the herald,
that they are now healing
the emerging cool beads
bringing that relief's feeling,
that doused is now the fire within
which made of them a living hearth
washing away a part of them
cleansing them before their desire luxurious bath...
Often accused is the sun
for this inconvenience
assuming us to be his conception
their hubris from their ignorance,
grants them this lenience
towards their thirst, after which we arrive
towards their odor, after which they arrive
towards their very being, with whom we survive
of whom we are, just shards of reflection.....
