Violets in April

Silky blossoms,

Floating onto your milky bosom

It ellicits an exuberant exhalation, 

which parts my lips

To warm your heart, and hold you by your hips.

To fill me with haughty hubris.

This is not a simple tryst,

complexity and avoidance of conformity,

unconventional - we are, 

this love is primitive,

not lacking initiative.

Magnetizing, mesmerizing, inspiring.

You breath me in and I blow you away.

You run far and fast.

I follow closely.

Never shall anyone be able to say:

"It won't last."