Before You Love a Poet, a 5 minute poem

She is living poetry,
passion personified,
oozing sensuality onto your page.
She embodies desire,
encompasses your dreams,
again,
again,
again.
She smells like late fall afternoons;
all dancing leaves and coffee.
With sparks beneath her feet,
she leaves fire in her wake.
She speaks in iambic pentameter
mimicking your heartbeat
and sleeps warm and sound
in the crook of your arm,
molded to her body
like sculptor's clay.
She'll be your Persephone--
for you stole her soul
and she turned you into art.
This hellish existence of
"if's" and "when's".
You'll kiss her pomegranate lips,
she'll break your fragile heart,
you'll try to keep her
but she'll always leave you
in the dark.

Hayley-Quinn