Under the patient watch of candlelight,
My pen flicks like a wasp.

I write of our memorable days,
Holding hands on streets,
Chasing stars in togetherness,
Entangled in oneness, like worms
Hooked to the lining of the stomach.

You are like the petals of the hibiscus,
Delicate to my touch,
Slipping like the thread of a seamstress,
Passing through the needle?s eye.