I stripped my emotion
like petty whore she is
kissing her, dressing her in cloths I love
in her laps I dream infinite cosmos.
though no love, I feel even cherished
the time I bought for me
like winter evening in mellow whiteness
like my beloved in glittering white pool
becoming a part of what is serene
yet she is ever so caring ,
calming like the clouds before storm
haunting and affectionate in charm
she leaves my hold as she puts back her torn sweater
cheap eyeliner and dusk lipstick