as i looked to the scorching sun,
the dragon leapt into the chamber of my eyes
finding her veiled in sensitivity.
his breath blew upon the sheer fabric
the embers became the glow in her eyes;
her belly's fire for him shone,
an endless burning its theme
upon the pages of her dark blink
which, when ignited,
is his torch to home.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova