08 - Traded Amber

Beautiful catlike eyes bore like vacuous curiosity,
Summer pallet hues stare free beyond angel curls.
Perfect features that I adore in clarity,
Your lips, warm with lust, part and unfurl. 

Inside you, all you are, I can see in the eyes of the host. 
Patina like exotic amber, exchanged for whole countries in worth. 
An arab state would have warred from oasis to coast,
To have you, red silk ceremonies thrown in mirth. 

And yet, I had you. Without war or trade, you were more than a friend. 
I’ll mourn the loss, until I see you again with another life to spend.