By this sizzler...

By this sizzler
If may i
Propose
you dear mine,
To open your frigid arms,
And look up
A bit...
Look up...
Like this road looks up
To lights
Falling upon her
To make her bright...
To make her a sizzler too...
As if she is getting a decorate...
As if she is getting into the perfect form -
Of being an art...

As eternalised...
As signed...
As choreographed
By the sizzling
Evening...

So lucid happening...
So free...
So flowing...
So rivery...
Sylvan...

Wish dear
you be
Sylvan...
Too...
Just by looking up...
Just by looking into me eyes...
Straight...