Pallid cotton threads of porcelain
Ivory as the burning moon;
Smells of citrus, soap and roses blooming
Veiling the velvet mechanics of a soul.
Mane of inferno manifested
Vermillion as blood and apple skins,
Kissed by crystalline rainclouds
Supple, scented of wet soil
A Windstorm of ruby-
Crowning glory of gratuitous creation.
Glacial stormy night skies,
Glistening under a layer of dust.
Bursting like dying stars; Intangible as cosmic winds
Gates to infinity, both glorious and cold.
Silken bleeding-hearts shaped to consume
Rubicund as the first leaf as autumn returns
Perfect palates igniting intrigue
Flirtation formed to features libidinous.
Feathers murmur affections in ears
Crashing Thunder through sinew,
Bubbling laughter burst inside your deep
Recherché shades of shameful behavior
Lyrics break through the lungs of lovers.
Season breeze caught in smiles
Nostalgia knitted in bones
Seduction and shadows play against teeth
Dragging denizens of devotion to weak knees
Warmth worn playfully.
Oasis in desert heat, springing from hidden fountains
Calefaction found atop gelid mountains
Breath in absent atmosphere
Sanctuary found in the heart of fear
Nothing to compare
To this heavenly canvas.
