In dark tresses, her face is framed like art -
a familiar yet new sensation.
Green eyes that pierce through to the soul, the heart.
Eyelashes whisper quiet flirtation
and dreams that soft lips gracefully impart,
a price paid in strange and new elation.
Heart beating fast, visions begin to start
to be taken to a new location.
His floating memories flutter on by
like petals floating in the summer breeze.
Disturbing to see, calmed with a soft sigh
as her image shifts back now, mind at ease.
I still feel the warm hands of Lakashtai,
gone now, still with me, yearning for reprise.