6rixille 🕷️

Howling morning wind comes close, 
but its nothing next to a womans heart
beauty blooms, but not like the rose,
oh so sweetly blessed, soon to be torn apart

prowling patient hands opposed,
it seems divine, until the curtains close
growling under your sweetest gaze,
stand proudly, lips tightly bound have lost the taste

how many years will this yellow moon of mine remain?
when all your power disappears, will you still remember my name
in the evening amber glow,
i have seen the light in shades of marigold

deep indigo evening bloom,
overflow to fill the empty room
an unshakable faith....still eludes me
only your unmistakable sway can prove me wrong

whatever your doing, its hurting me 😿

qib