While the butterflies sit on your lips,
and the hummingbirds sip from
the Jasmines of your teeth,
when the lances of my glare
on the roses of your kisses
evaporate
into the mist of lustre and lust,
then
an assertion surges in my soul
the Eden is just a breathing of
your sheer laughter,
then
an assertion surges in my eyes
that the gate of Eden
is opened
to me.
