we first met at the at the quay
it was scorching and we were uptight.
your eyes are like those chalcedony,
a dull shade of translucency; unpredictable
your lips taste like those colored shaved ice,
delicate, glacial and sacchariferous; addictive
your voice a deep shade of velvet red,
luscious, orgasmic and lulling; ironical
you are a person, flawless and full of flaws
yet you are the person, the only one,
that moved me
from the depths of hell into
the realm of angels.