Lukewarm love

With the loft,

stained touch of

the baking atoms of sun

who veil our skin

with its harsh woven glare.

We run partly apart

Yet lotion the layers

with hugs of suffice

and the spray of prayers.

Under

the umbrella of charcoal

ashing with tinsel

shredded in parts;

We halt our walk

and rest in each other's eyes,

while blushing in sapphire

throughout the night.

~