In front of the steamed mirror...

Wearing your fragrance
My scent
On your skin
Is my identity

Inviting my resistance
I Learnt
The innocent sin
For my eternity

Enjoying your existence
My saint
Diamond is my tin
And your fantasy

Existing in your absence
I paint
Screaming within
My scripted ecstasy

Colors of my resistance
Faint
Strong as I never been
I spell your name
On the steamed mirror
Within the memories frame
Inspiring all my power
Confronting the sudden shame
To see my face melt
Through the fading letters.