The way of a look speaks.
It’s reach seducing such swelter, torching way
for internal paths clearer than words.
Jeweled expression in a smile’s warmth;
disrobed fingers of fire elapsing streams of hair.
Melodic to feel, expressed in a glimpse
longer lasting than years.
Lanterns beacon eyes to soul;
made way to a hand meant for reach.
Ember gems magnetic when to meet;
entwined auras blazing with heat.
A fire felt by the sun of stars,
effortlessly seen through roaring falls
which calls so loud, such a look.