Villanelle

                          Sesame Heart
 
“Take my ring, in‘valuable’ in  the morning breeze”
His fingers lingered on the rusty silsil
He would take his sesame heart and let her eclipse.
 
Dazzled with the eos,through clouds, seeping
His hands whistled the song of cracked lips
“Take my ring, in‘valuable’ in the morning breeze”
 
He looked his steamy glass of trolley
A misty reflection of her hair, spreading beyond limits
He would take his sesame heart and let her eclipse.
 
Imitated roses  were clumsily surrounding
His new-born sunshine over rosy trolley
“Take my ring, in‘valuable’ in  the morning breeze”
 
If only  she had accepted the sesammes
On the neck of her pricy silk blouise, but-
He would take his sesame heart and let her eclipse.
 
This morning when he was yawning
Saw at the corner a woman bathing in the  sunshine and said:
“Take my ring, in‘valuable’ in the morning breeze
He would take his sesame heart and let her eclipse.