Spring

29^th Jun, 2013

My honest love is Red,
Full of passionate thread,
His lips are cotton clouds
From which my bed is made.

My love for him is Purple,
Like violets, sweet and gentle,
His eyes are a deep trench
Where my thirst I can quench.

His gaze, a fiery spear
To lure me to come near,
And pierce me to the core
Till I can breathe no more.

His fingers sing sweet tune,
With his touch my sighs bloom,
And each night, dark and hidden
Lull me back to my Eden.