Without saying anything how do you piece through
Without doing anything how do exhude enigmatism
Your eyes avoid, wander around, Like a bird on top,
When you try to figure a pattern of its flight on a clear sky
And those lips colored so grey, a shade closer
To darkness than light, like petals on a bud closed up
And her eyes like the wet smoke arising under water
Out of thick purple camouflage, released by an octopus
Her aura like the mist arising in the middle of a night
Which moon forgot, eerie enough to evoke silence
It doesn’t end there, her eyes, like the roll of smoke
Thickly reproducing infinite loops without entangling
Is it a crime to experience aesthetics of a human face
An excuse takes wings, like guilt ridden angel’s plight
She always leaves me stunned with her smouldering look
What would you do when it doesn’t stop even at the end?
