Emersed, entranced, in the pools of your eyes
Grey of the heavens, circle the stormy skies.
A crown of fire you wear, upsetting the gloom.
My perfect flower, yet so hesitant to bloom.
Blossom for me darling, and show the world your flame
Dance your easy groove and let them see your seduction game.
Fingers of purest ivory, marred by the scars of the sun
Delicate in your masculinity, better there be none.
Hidden behind the music, notes wound around in your head,
You cannot see your beauty, laid out for me instead.
An orchid amongst the ashes perhaps, or the embers of the grate
Beauty buried beneath a sullen smile, enough to make them hesitate.
Contrast is your perfection, yang written across your heart
Beauty beholden in your eyes, yen you were from the start.
