Your eyes are blue water
subterranean caves, swimming

you are the sun moving across summer fields
daisies always dancing toward your feet

an uprooted child, replanted
you flourish in earth and sky

dirt black hands in loamy soils
deeply rooted from the core

your salty, sweet red apple lips
are orchard fruits and fields to kiss

your arms hold worlds of weight
they are fragrant flowers, embracing grace

gentle as wings touching still waters
you are rainfall, washing
true as water