Flashing lights and fickle, violet hair
Sparkling eyes that roam across mine and touch
my heart, stilling the frenzy with a simple smile.
Your hands that trace the air, softly skimming
this invisible, quivering spirit.
Purpled fancies of musicality
and that glance, of such unbridled mischief
imprints on a chest that rose, and quietly falls.
This hand that pulls graphite along a page
struggling to immortalise your touch. I;
can only do so much, when your voice
like the breathiest silk, whispers along
a freely contained scandalous mind, only
to playfully vanish with the last note.