Caught sight of a queen
Through the eyes of a lover
Arraying his branches in her spirit
Felt the feathers of angels
From stranger skin
Acuting his appetite for love
Heard joys of songbirds
In his ears, silvery
Burnishing his golden ages
Discerned heavens' air on earth
Written in someone else's pages
Incising her visage on his throne of emotion
Tasted pleasures of life and beyond
Behind lips I do not have to my name
Flavoring the assonance in his days
Sensed the fortunate stroke of serendipity
From a soulmate
Morphing his nemesis into a sky of butterflies.