Eye-Conic Princess & The Ra

A little twinkle & she twinkles again,

Lines of sun playing on her lashes’ horizon.

She turns around & looks back,

But the brightness of beauty remains.

Ra approaches her with fine love & spontaneity.

Arising from the womb of the universe,

It embraces her like a Pearl of the Oysters’ heart.

Far away as the shyness of moon left behind,

Emerging out of the dark light She is touched eternally from tip-to-toe.

Pretty as much of a decade’s age,

My Fair Little Princess is unknown to the white lines of fixation.

Acting playful she tries the white of her dress to filter into the glowing eyes,

As usual, he stays as abundant as he did.

Fine layers of lashes make love with the collapsing Eye-Con,

Mile fingers violate that agitation of a kind.

There goes My Lady as a refusal to the morning game.