She wears beauty like a sin
and weaves witchcraft out of thin air
and there is an endless wonder
in the emerald jewels of her eyes
and something sweet in the secrets
and mischief in the color
and shape of her lips

poetry dances in the silver white flames
of her hair
and the silk of her skin
seduces with beauties perfection
she is everything of want
that overflows and drenches
every need in abundance of satisfaction

my breath and my blood and my pulse
belong to her alone
and she is a dream within a dream
within a secret kept by the stars
and known only to the time
of dying leaves

ribbons of black velvet
stripped down from the night sky
have me tied down
and ready to be sacrificed
to her name and her image

I lay silent and still
waiting for her hand
to crack open my ribs
and pull out what’s left
of my heart
and stitch back
the splintered and broken pieces

and I feel the touch of her gaze
and the soft hands of her kindness
build something new
out of something ruined
and I feel as if love
has never known ache

and she starts to fade like a dream
within a dream
and she stops for a moment
and gives me a glimpse of eternity
shaped like the colors of her eyes
and whispers in the language
of witches in a voice
with the last warm breath of autumn
and I wake with the taste
of her secrets and mischief
still burning on my lips