(Poem) Sistine

An imaginative love poem.

For she, 
Hand drawn love letters mirroring Arabic Calligraphy,
Stamped with hibiscus leaves that produce red ink.
The way how amphetamine triggers seratonin once ingested,
Is the way how she triggers my intrigue.

Like vinyasa or reformer pilates, she stretches my imagination.
Beauty that encapsulates every adjective in my vocabulary’s articulation,
Her nature is as much poetry as it is pottery,
Constantly molding my affection into its higher form of cultivation.

Her genius is as multidimensional as a kaleidoscope, 
It's As translucent as the church stained windows be , 
It's As natural as the process of photosynthesis, 
Meaning her light somehow finds a way to past through me.

Impressionist portraits of her melanated face,
Collage together to form a sistine chapel in my cerebellum's memory,
Where my Passion Slow Burns like sandalwood incense in October.
An unfiltered syndication of synergy. 

Poem.