The air was light,
The room seemed so cold
There was a certain tension lingering
Like lavender from a perfume bottle
Spilled all over;
The room was cold in its aroma.
Like the night had settled
Small flicker of a light blinking away in the corner
Shining enough to glow behind her
How it curved round the edges of her neck
Forming a silhouette of black
The room was cold in shades of grey.
She stood there;
She tilted her neck
Moved her fingers through her hair
Like the feign that she was
She just lingered
Like the aroma that was there.
She did nothing.
The room was cold as she lingered.
Like a scene played out from nothing
There was everything;
The room felt cold with passion
As she moved with nothing
As the light died out
Her soul cried out…