karma

…you are to me, —

the winter fête's attire,

crocheted

with the cashmere

of verses' karma,

of my gray-blue eyes,

of the muse i am

to you…

…to diffuse

the satiny sky's scent,

entwined

with holly and ivy

in neon moon's sheen

at the shadow of a kiss

of this season…

[if anybody asks you]