I wanted it to happen. 

This fusion

Of God knows what elements

A collision of youth

Sweet and bitter flavors I never tasted

Up until 

My hands opened that door

To embrace some perfumed creature

Coming at me from a soothing place

Like trouble.

My certitude is now compromised,

My wisdom perturbed. 

Always predictive,

Never visionless,

Except for this moment

When my intuition flees 

Fearful butterfly 

Or rather daunted 

By the brutal tenderness 

Of his wings 

On which senses are uplifted

To darker skies

Of sinful heavens.

Now, tell me, ruthless bird:

Am I on a trajectory that ends in flames or seventh heaven?