Design

I evanesce, in your cradled heist, devised to allure, this milky pure, to my eye’s delight, lips caress the rim tightly, you watch, the fading, in and out, of dimming candle light, warm to the mind’s sight, head rested, against humanity's reckless plight, of reverie contritely passing by, still caught a glimpse, in your eyes, this mouth, on the cusp of things, both sugar and spice, and theirs brazenly seizing mine-- so sip you did to pass the night, and rendered speechless by design.

[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]