This garden growing wild
     Catches at our breath
          Stilled
But for a moment quiet
     Like our tigers after riot
With eyes as embers
     In the silence

Untamed shades
     Move behind
           Gentle gazes
Like spiraled vines
      In shadow

The flaws of perfection
     Tipped our scale
           Towards symmetry
And lead our naked steps
     To a delicate line
We crossed with whispered
     Thoughts of wants

So flaws bore fruit
     And the wild thrived
And the temptation of two bites
     Caught fire in our teeth

Two hearts burning bright
     With desire
          In our minds
               Our eyes
                    Our tongues
                         Our touch