Remember that evening when,
the caramel hues of the sky matched your skin?
Glistening under the summer sun,
wickedly calling me in?
Flowers bloomed at your footsteps, bloomed around your temples,
vines climbed onto your flesh, garnishing you with a beauty matchless,
sun burning, bracing your bodice, breaking your innocence,
chiseling your geometry and magnifying your coyness.