…and singe the night air with embers
Of my ego plastered with Paris
Past lingers on, the perfume stays in bed
All day to wake lazy toes.

I'm a dew dropp on the autumn leaf
Afraid of smiles that wade through
A sea of thoughts
Interrupted by the doorbell.

Wait a while stranger.
Let the trees bathe in the blue
And that whisper of light stay.

I want to sin.

Shalini Rao

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-late-3/