Blossoms

There blossoms in her depth a fury
Chaos tethered by the reins of such a yearning soul
That sets her sun with such a hurry
There like shifting stars within a fire that she struggles to control

There, her veil of raven tresses
Hanging as the eve, or as a fog that meets the sun
That turns a stoic world to guesses
And the tourniquet upon my lips and heart to finally come undone

There blossoms in her eyes a wonder
Something gentle hiding neath her armor always worn
That like a wave, would pull me under
Leaving me benighted, on a knee, her name a vow I’ve gladly sworn

There, beyond the stretching miles
Hidden, yet revealed, like an eclipse in summer skies
It pulls, like gravity, her wiles
Like a set of strings so when she beckons, how could I refuse to rise?

There blossoms in her face a beauty
Nyx upon the earth, beset with oceans in her eyes
And calling, like a desert, ever to me
My lips an errant pilgrim set to pray within the temple of her sighs