Her hands
gather like waves
and unfurl
against my skin.
Love has no meaning
without her.
She is more
than an ocean
can fathom.
She is for me
the love of all things.
There may be better options
but I cannot see
how they relate to me
when the fullness of her
occupies me wholly.
–
Her eyes are the stars in effigy.
She speaks in a voice
which quivers.
Her heart is a tempest.
Her hair, a halo
reflecting the sun.
Do not ask me
if she is beautiful
because there is no one
I could compare her too.
She is my muse.
–
I can see her
on the water’s edge
in a pink tearaway dress
beckoning me
with her whole body
like music.
In my arms
she retreats delicately.
I press my lips to her flesh.
She is supple
and full of laughter.
–
“Mistakes
are what make life
interesting.“
She says
moving against me
like the wind,
touching
but without leaving
a visible trace.
–
We dance
on the water’s edge
our kisses salty,
the sand beneath our feet
soft and dense
like an old love song.
We are perfect
for the moment.
A rainbow blooms,
beautiful and unfinished
on the crest of a wave.
Maybe there’s a reason
everything is transitory.
–
The specks of gold
in her irises,
the freckles
on her shoulders
I have counted all of them.
There is thunder
in our hearts
as we take in the rain
of our infinite yearnings.
–
We could die happy
and if that is not living
then there is no place
for me in this world.
I need only
what is inside of us,
the capacity
to feel my own sorrows
and my own joys
from start to finish.
–
If freedom is not
the expression
of one’s heart
then I do not know
the meaning of the word.
She may have power over me
but such is the way of nature
to follow what you crave
from one end
of the earth to the other.
–
Photo Challenge #423
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