Aurora

 
Aurora,
I know you play games.
I'm aware of your style,
but I've come calling again.

As we touch,
your caress sparks my flame.
The soft allure ,
I'm helpless as a paper crane.

My lovely,
as colourful as an icy sprinkle.
Soft like jelly on the inside;
your shell as hard as a periwinkle.

As the sun kisses the early bird,
I await your unspoken word.
I hear only lovely sounds
as your walls fall down.

Your sweet solace,
fills my empty plate.
In sorrow,
we are no longer irate.

My darling,
such a bittersweet vice.
To hold your companionship,
I must pay the price.