Pedestal

Silk, glass, velvet, stone

Amber eyes crystallize

Jutting into mine own

Rose-petal face

Perfected with a mind of

Pure steel, the honeyed

Gaze seeps into my bones

Dove-soft and ice-cold

Speaking my language

Fluent in accented voice of

Reason tinged with sadness

Mind like the eastern wind

And form of the setting sun

Sleepless nights echo

Tracing the frost-edged pane

With a single finger wet

Place me in your pocket

Answer my clouded call