My lover—her eyes do shimmer as gems,
blazing twin flames to rival the sun.
A gaze that could breach the heavenly halls
and sow coiling roots of temptation.

My lover—her lips are a honeycomb shrine
to sweet Siren song that could still violent seas.
A laugh that could rattle the cages of hell
and plant blooming seeds of redemption.

But it was poison that dripped from her serpentine tongue
as she conjured sweet tales of forever,
as she wound round my heart with a grip that told
of cruel and rather violent intention.

And it was cunning that shone in her blood-diamond eyes
as she caught the faint glow of a soon-eclipsed sun
and reflected waxed waves of pity and scorn
that I’d gladly spun as affection.