Devising a Diction

Devise if you can,

Some diction for a soul,

To frame her face

Through words that are not

Dipped in the rust

Of advertised songs

Or sullied with grease

Of titilating films;

But offer through the rhythm

Of palpitating beats

The dionysiac dance

Of one sudden glance

And strum through the heart

The ripples of love -

Condensed in a smile

Spilling through her lips.

Dredging my soul, I struggle for a tune

To harness my dream in unparalleled gleam.