There was a hint of love
and the smell of poetry
and the promise of eternity
and the taste of life
sitting on the edge
of her lips
and he was frozen
as if eternity itself had paused
to take notice
of the silk curves of her smile
and the gardens
of heaven and hell
that waited within her kiss
and she was no farther
than a dream away
and his heart trembled
and beat hard against his chest
and cracked his ribs
and he could not breath
or speak
as he helplessly fell into a trance
lost within the grace and beauty
of her eyes and the magic
that danced within
their swirling colors
and dark pupils
and she moved like the snake
and the charm
and he was wrapped
around her fingers
and a puppy in her lap
and she carved and reshaped
the broken and lost pieces
of his heart
and taught it
new languages of love
and the secrets of dreams
and that there was no sin
in acts of lust and pleasure
that start with a kiss
that taste like life
and promise eternity
and have
the scent of poetry
that leaves hints
to the ways
of finding love