I Love You


I smelled you like a jasmine in the night
Stumbled upon your scarlet lips
And made a sweet pledge
To only know your divine taste.
And with time, you grew
To a striking woman who could never
Be toppled over by the wind or fate or god.
And I knew your lips were only
Heaven’s gate and heaven was just south
Of the equator, in an island called
Eden, sparsely vegetated, sandy all around
Where a treasure can be found
To be gently unlocked
By a fumbling key.

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