Brunette hours

Like the burning lamp shade of desire,
The svelte night stood,
Undyingly…

Like the tingling sounds of the wind-chime,
My nerves, sensed;
Some tickling…

Like the auburn curtains of romanticism,
My heart played Rondo;
Entertaining…

Like the whoosh and the swish of the wind,
My breathe went all;
Sighing…

Like the sentient pillow of sentiments,
My mind framed sepia images;
Then flashing….

Like the rusty hinge on the door,
Corrosion of feelings;
My mind reminding……..