A trace of thorns
You are on my body,
I am an eternal traveller,
Never stopping…
You are the bitter predicament
Of my comfort,
Traces of sensual 
Pleasures -
The mist of a veil is
My constant reminder….
You wound the stubble of
My heartly thorns
I stand alone on
The dusty conflagration,
Gazing towards an
Endless void,
I am bridled with the
Burning pain
Of the thorns….