Iliac

She falls from the earth, in the way only dreams do,

Underneath heaven, and above to the glass,

Where she writes the words ‘forever with me’ because her love is to the sky,

From her eyes that lure in ivory white,

Into the wine of flourish and soothing,

Of her vanilla soft skin that pours the deepest gaze I’ve ever seen in a woman,

With lips of a promise to the pose, under which she lays above me,

In the manic tides that rant of how they love the way she laughs,

And the pillar on the crest where her breathing makes the air,

And the sun at the dial where her fingers dance across my neck.