A Rod of Incense.

Every night,
Imaginary arms,
Wraps my waist,
Whispering words…

Words delivering,
Different warmth.


Every lonely night,
A hand,
Pats on my shoulder,
Mumbling a song.

A song screaming,
Not to tilt my head.


Every cold night,
A delicate finger,
Wipes my tears,
Closes my eyes.

Those eyes,
Holding a kissable look.


Every shivering night,
A velvet lip,
Reaches my forehead,
With a violet elixir.

An Elixir,To reach beyond the dawn