Did I watch your eyes of ice
Melt in fire of desire?
Did this clock tick tack the dice,
Forming a vermillion liar?
Neither you, nor him, nor me,
Would discuss the real idea -
I just wanted, him to be
A cold passionate child of Rhea!
And now watching my Flamingo,
They have seen the words spin trials!
Wishing I’d stop chasing Limbo,
Nurtured have they, their denials...
© 2010 Lith Ium