Thou caught that?

I did.

How can not thee—

Hear her.

Her fear-ridden claws clutch me onto,

Amid the glaring night.

Snitching my deepest secrets,

Followed by a wallop

Right in the ear.

Gut-lingering walks I go on,

She saunters along.

Letting out ashes of wisdom,

A gentle breeze brushes my heart

Whilst I

Muse under thy luscious

Azure hue,

In the wake of a blossomed dawn.

She chants me “loser,”

As I dip my head into hers

In an attempt to embrace

her delicate emptiness.

At times,

Her voice so scathing—

Pierces through my body,

Knocking on my paralyzed soul.

Bitter yet sweet, scathing and blistering,

fierce but desired.

Other instances,

Her tender, ever-lasting symphony

Quells my grumpy temper,

Rippling into gusts of kisses and

Poisoning my cheek with poise,

Lest I arouse from

Her wildest ecstasies.

No matter when,

Light or dark, left or right,

Nadir or zenith, rise or set

Her hollowness clings to my waist,

Trills around my eardrum and

Limns her body of limpidity.

I do not see her nor scent her nor feel her.

Not even hear her.

Yet she

Is my everything—inexistent but all over.