ice my mellow niceties
to spark a sapless soul
my skin; a sitar string so thin
your fingers' fine allure sings
with softest of the taps -
what heart would not collapse?
enchant my fallen fantasies
to fix a fissured frame
my eyes; a sunlight slit so sweet
your lyircs' low azure speaks
in language tear-laced -
what heart would not embrace?
