The earth’s tilt 
brings the ocean to the waist of the sun,
in the distance phantasms  
seductively collide with drums,

on a haven sequestered,
woven a time long ago lost,
smothered by brilliance 
her beauty charges my pulse,

the flutters of her giggle 
inebriate the atmosphere,
she lets the shadow of her dreams 
brush pass my ear,

genial magma cascade towards the ocean
to fabricate steam,
a scene extravagant 
as reclining on Saturn’s rings,

passion- red ribbons, 
filter through the haze,
i will conjure this image 
till the finale of days,

the exchange of souls, 
your aura of neon,
oh how i wish, to hold this kiss, 
until the end of eons...