Poetry

Round dahlias. 
Your eyes have started speaking. 
Let there be a dialogue- 
 
between two lovers- 
under the glare of sun- 
once again, initiating a tropical storm. 
 
Oscillation. 
A tendril moves in swings 
to catch a mate. 
 
The body finally surrenders 
to a flame. A yellow cinder 
starts a white fire. 
 
A cindrella finally walks 
out of ashes to find a pen 
leafing the pain in colors.