Solar Flare

Amidst the crumpled pillows,

She was the solar flare,

Searing imprints onto your memory,

Plastering your aches with kisses

from luscious lips

In a timeless estuary,

As you drift along the

Rides of razbliuto,

Staring into the eyes of a memory,

Of a moment you could never recover,

But the picture grins of sunshine

which left your lips,

And her solar flare etched

itself onto your skin.

© Soshinie Singh