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