Her Eyes

Her eyes, twin flames of fluid starburst, smile, Reflecting depths of wisdom, warmth, and Gold, Framed by black gods, dark as nightmares are, they prey On Lost Souls, have maimed men with demon claws; Her mouth, like ripe, vermilion summer fruit, Invite a taste of bittersweet Grapefruit, Her smile, that blossoms astutely for life, Illuminates the visage of her dark, Deep tones, a temple's smooth facade, she is So big, so radiant, beyond the moon, Each living hug and kiss, the piece of mind I get, Enticing me to write, the joy I feel. Her love, the randomness of lithic tuff, Relieves the pain, and pain belies itself.