Her smile bordered his consciousness like a bridge suspended in thin air. Each step he took, the ground beneath him vanished. The old world hung like an ugly canvas, the paint peeled like dead petals in his fingers.
His eyes lassoed the golden image before him. Her smile was sliced in pieces like the sun and tasted like citrus against his lips. Now his limbs were tangling like roots and gravitating to the earth. The ground beneath him turned to stone, swallowing his toes, and his mind became a prisoner of the stone fortress.
Still, her smiled breathed hope into his soul and quickened every dead thing in its presence. The revelation throttled him with every step. Now his limbs danced joyously, sensing his desires were kissable and touchable. Her lips blossomed like a rose and he dipped into the glory of her love.