You are tall,
well taller than me.
Fawn skin, soft
even after relentless beach days
in the scuffing sticky water.
Hands still warm
as if the sun never set from your soul,
lighting up the frozen lake of my heart,
and thawing me into a comfortable spring.
I look into your eyes,
pools of golden honey,
deep and full of your gentle love.
Hair the color sweet cola
flows to your shoulders,
and bounces
like fizzy bubbles as you walk.
Your body an hourglass bottle,
lips addictive vanilla pillows
Laughing like wind chimes in the breeze, swelling with confessions of love
for moments we will never get to have
Promising happiness for what we can.
Strolling together in July air
Your feet glitter on the floor,
creating an orchestra in the street.
You dance starlight into existence,
and are the apollo of another day.