Monsoon wind fuels the flames in the fireplace,
and the curtains are blooming like wild flowers in spring
(with a full moon shining center stage, of course,
and feeding silver pollen to vampire butterflies
that hide in the roof beams).

Red wine brings out the glow of new love in her eyes,
under which bags filled with lust sag with each sip of Merlot,
heavy now when she tilts her glass to midnight,
bringing out the aroma of fresh strawberries in her lip gloss.