She is a summer and a winter person,
a mountain and a desert person.
The arches of her upper lip come to points
above a bulge that she ***** into her mouth
and picks at with her lower teeth.
A girl once told her she had a perfect mouth.
A boy once told her that her *******
were perfect teardrops.
They would lay together as one.
He would kiss her stomach
while sliding his hand under her lower back.
She would weave her hands into his hair
and pull their faces together
not to kiss but to stare
into his pale blue eyes.
She has green eyes, dark hair, and pale skin.
He was similar only in skin.
He was fall and spring,
forest and river.
Together they could have spanned the seasons.
She loved him like the flower loves the soil.
His eyes could see forever
and she would watch their distant gaze
and feel blind.
The soil does not need the flower.