• The airborne wool once stark,
    Wore metallic.
    The coat layered with fringing rays,
    Wore at my eyes, my throat.
    Your dharma foiling with my nature.
    A breathe once had,
    traveling at dusk.
    You’re an ornamental facade;
    Two faces of a coin.
    Either way I infatuate brazenly.
    There is no suffice,
    Only awe