Bangles

The sparkling glass

encircling my wrist.

Breath life and 

quivers with charm,

Dispelling darkness,

they enlighten a mist.

In silence they dangle, 

at the mouth of my arm.

Exuberant shades,

striking the vitals of my wall.

Cements a devoted bond,

with my femininity.

The tantalizing tingles,

nurture a call.

Proclaiming this to be

my indispensable amenity.

The magical tone ,

magnetizing my mate

Is the ethical language,

of my Ineffable mind.

Being beautiful, 

is her only trait.

Ornate without her 

is surely pined.

Illuminating a sheen

with vanishing forms,

I heard her tingles

rendering a shadow.

I muse however,

If it is her norm,

To shower, 

Mystical myrtles,

over a meadow.

Bangles!!!Bangles!!!

How I wonder,

Does she spangle?

Yes, she does all.

Does she dangle?

No ,she dances!!!

CCK