Before the Fall..

..Before the wilting tree knows declining hours of ambered light, all the green seems composed of timeless eternities, spiraling in a ceaseless whirlwind of song, and every in drawn breath is a sweeter vintage than those pressed from vine, laughter in the heat lines waivering over the smooth orb of her hip, turning in revolutions towards the doorway, sorrow in the cool gaze she can throw like hoarfrost over the sun I witnessed in eyes inclined towards me, tall as a young mountain, and every exhalation is a gale, inconceivable of exhaustions dusk bruised halo, drawn from marbled veins without cessation, from the quick marrow of the molten earth.

Before the Fall, by The Fire Elemental