missed like mist on summers day
are when brown arms and green necks thrive
on sunlight and gist

footsteps and good meds in sync to beat of crux
as luxurious rubber gives its everlasting kiss
sound and sight be many but lost into melody
of her voice where they stand in lists

flora and fauna swaddled into meagre lights
as she gets stingy with the rays like mountain feeling rises
which gives path to that swollen nimbostratus fists

arch loses march into gravel and bitten wrists
and tears and hidden cysts while night declares
omega and alpha to unending war until they come in
roses and violets in face of kist