My god her body is magnificent.
But this is where most people stop.
I promise that those who only delve this deep, are unworthy of your energetic touch, your quick, witty humor.
Your soothing, contagious, airborne laugh.
And I act like these are the most important pieces of her.
Her brain mystifies bystanders, as she manages to express her thoughts, not only on paper very well, but also through her expressions to others.
Such as a tap, or rub or hug.
Not to even mention her voice.
Silky and equalized it rings through a bad day and reminds you to calm down or keep your chin up, or even just to admit a cool defeat and say "im sorry"
Which simply makes you wish to take her frigid, slick hands, and press them to your warm her heart, for she can have as much as she wants.
Can I even mention her tidiness? The way in which she cleans?
She would never ever dare stop before she is done, for she is what every manager wishes for: A model employee!
Through this, she still manages to maintain intimate relationships, which not only continue to grow, but continue to amaze me, as she is like a tree. Yet while suffering from loss of water through her leaves she manages to keep her branches all alive, well maintained and most of all, closely attached to her.
She also wishes for a single apple.
I could not think of anything more beautiful or intelligent than her baby.
And nothing more worthy to protect and care for.
Sadly she has not yet found a mate... so she treats other fruits she sees with such motherly love, one cannot help but stare in awe, at the display of affection and attention.
Coming from such a difficult place this tree not only managed to prosper, but she grows to such a height other trees older than her stare up in amazement.
This metaphorical height is not your physical height darling, but more of a cloud which you exude, that envelopes any stander by with such force that they are forced to stare.
And... she then says her mind is dangerous.
I would help her fight any anxiety she wishes, I will help her through it.
She may see it as a personal battle, and if so, let me provide the water, the training, anything to push this chirping bird to her rightful comfortable nest.
Let me guide your hands, hold you when things get stressful, let me teach you ways in which stress disappears, because I can promise you, a single chance is all I need.
Yet many men just see a pair of legs, and all I can say is...
Keep your eyes up,
Stare into her brown bicolored eyes
And look at her soul.
That is all I wish for,
Which is why, even if this tree thinks it scary or misadvised , I will say
I commit to your soul.
Not your body,
For that is temporary.
All that matters is you.
And I could go on about how we would be right together...
But that is for you to decide, as this tree is independent.
And this poem is for you,
It is about you.
Not your body.
This poem is all about you.