Melting of the Chocolate

photographed by Gerwin Bhuyo

The arrows of the sun melt the chocolate doll
Away in her sleep, her inevitable call.
Pronounced bones showing the kind of work
Making her dusky sweat out of sort.

Five.Four.Three.Two.One.

Fireflies are stars in the green carpet
As the chocolate doll dances without fret.
Her soft hands touch the silky moon
And heaven widens to give more tune.

One.Two.Three.Four.Five.

Wake up and work as it always seems
Putting fireflies in the pedestal of dreams.
Presence should be there or things will be falling

And once again, it's time for chocolate melting.