Falling In Again

The hazelnut eyes I see through my own
are swirling beauties around an infinite darkness
I’m falling in again

Her gentle lips softer than clouds
Her delicate skin smoother than satin
Curving along a statuesque mistress in distress
Leaves me breathless
At a glance aurora fires ignite within
I’m falling in again

Spring tulips rest pressed against sweet stolen memories
hidden within that witch
She wears a black dress as she soothes and caresses a sin
I’m falling in again

But in an instant she’s vanished upon a whisper
Drifting furthur
Furthur
Furthur

Then turns her

Eloquent poise

Raises her chin

Kisses the wind

I’ve fallen in again