She had the air of beauty in her smile
and the scent of something seductive followed close behind
my imagination was taken over
by the desire to know more than her name
I could feel the change in the rhythm of my pulse
and I could hear a storm of thunder pounding out of my heart
I was swept off into a dream
made of honey and flesh and lust
I was paralyzed by the hypnotic stars
swirling in the cinnamon color of her eyes
my thoughts where tangled
in a web spun by a mad lunatic and
I was robbed of the ability to breath
I was drowning between the bottom of the world
and the end of eternity
my soul was ripped from the time of my birth
and my bones crumbled beyond my last days
I was left with nothing
of mind or body or ghost
I was less than dust and wind
I swam there in the ethereal charm
of the fire burning at the end of her fingertips
lost and found and forgotten
beyond the ability to live
out of reach of the kiss and embrace of death
helpless like an infant gazing with unspoiled wonder
at the divine charm of the calm soft heaven
that was infused in the cream and skin
of her gentle face
It was here I felt the song and vibration
of the silk threads of the fabric
that wraps itself around
the true meaning of love