The Taste of Poetry

You taste like poetry.
Lips like Frost's road less traveled.
Eyes like Longfellow's days of sunshine.
You smell like autumn and summer;
the scent of changing leaves in your hair,
the sweetness of blue skies in your face.
You sound like a storm.
Voice soft as rain against the windows,
words rolling like thunder through dreams.
You remind me of red.
Your moods are cerise blooming flowers.
Your warmth glowing like coals.