With a smile steeped in pomegranate wine
tipped your head back,
closed your eyes against the sun
painted in place
in a sky that never greyed,
who seemed to leech all colour
from our Elysium,
so perfect in the way it held you,
in the way it caught me
like a trap.
My that is some nice poetry, I would love to see that smile, I’m thinking a lot like the one I see on the poetess.
You caught me with that lovely opening line! Nice one.