While the butterflies sit on your lips,
brimful of the Jasmines of your teeth,
and the hummingbirds of songs suckle from
the sap of your throat
in the depth of blooms.
when the lances of my glare
on the roses of your kisses
turn into the star dust
in the mist of luster and lust,
then
an assertion surges in my soul:
that the Eden is just a breath of
your sheer laughter,
then
an assertion surges in my heart
that the gate of Eden,
has forever opened,
to me.
