I watch primordial fate wield it’s power
To conjoin our souls
through the pirouette of our fingers,
But it seemed an allurement to betide
Your words etched in scarlet without mine.

Our revelry within the arbours
Make it obscure - the doom to fall!
Make me so oblivious in beauty
For in pain I shall enthral.

I am the vine upon your wall
I will moulder with time,
But not depart, certainly not,
Not without the bequeathing
of my ardent scars.

© Netra.