Eyes of steel,

rimmed with a touch of the sun

Draped and held close, except

for the inches of bare skin

At the edge,

in her stronghold,

a forbidden glimpse of where she rests

The smell of the age old broken up,

by a breath of her.

Earth, a spray of water,

must from her shed,

sunshine from her skin,

white flowers she holds hidden.

PARVATHY.