She Smiled Poem by Tsani Jones

A marionette of good will
Bad luck, and warm embraces
Skips and dances to the
Visual sound, a symphony
Of desire coupled to the
Taste of her lips

The world becomes new again
In a perpetual light
Bright as the sun,
Gentle as a moonlit night
Yet scored with the mark
Only impacted by a single heart.

Babylon is truly
The Gate of God opening
When her presence
Enters a room.
A soul,
My lifetime.

I play the fool,
And like a dog
Follow her in circles
Engaged in the Saint Vitus' dance
Of adoration
And starlight.

Consumed by my personal quest
For Valhalla held softly
In the satin of skin
Within my arms
And I reach for that
Last point of eternity.

The silk curves cast their
Spell on the root of passion
And the core of my very soul
As she floats on clouds in her purity,
Cooing gently for my hands to be
Laid within hers.

My spine chills and tingles
With her claws sunk in
Sailing an ocean of untold dimension
While I make love to her
Inside my spirit as if my last day
On earth were tomorrow.

My witness to the world
Is that it revolves
Around her...
Just as every beat of my heart
Every waking thought
And all that is good in the world.

All I ever saw
Was her smile.