My love Blossoms in the winter

My love blossoms in the winter, Long after the summer sun confuses me with its warmth and the serenity of the tanzanite sky cons me to equate your worth. My love lies bare in nude splendour sworn and thus defunct of nakedness in a divine pretext of a muzzled lust by lips that were for others, reciting lyrics of a song that has yet to be sung. My love crackles with the flaming logs beneath a star struck sky extracting the essence of your log laden heart- it is here that i seperate the women in heat, in a vision more vivid than that of the wild blooms of the summers poppy blossoms of gods own medicine. My love tremours at your touch, in fear of the totality of my state, in statements comparing the stats of many a fallen leaf laid down and blanketed by a snow threaded yarn. In your chilling sigh a spark in me ignites, fuelled by the angels share rowing down my cheecks and in that moment of drink, all loves labour is numb and then lost in itself. Your body is a paradise scape, take me unbound to your poles via a love clot route and in that space between true north and her wayward twin, it is here that my winter melts at your equator.