She stole the poetry from his heart
and the color of love on her lips
made him stutter and blush
she replaced the air in his lungs
with the blue ocean
and beauty of sadness
trapped in the Vincent swirls
of magic dancing in her eyes
she gave his blood back
everything that was missing
or stolen or broken
from the life of days before
she was the touch
and the rhythm of madness
his feet needed to
dance
paint
shout again
he would always be falling for her
even when their hands
would never embrace
their lips never trade
soft or hard or long
kisses in the rain or sun or sin
for every poem she stole
she left behind
a reason
a dream
a love
for his heart to beat again