At the blooming age of 18 I knew what i wanted Face up to wrinkled canopy and smoky waves crashing down on me I inhaled smooth Blueberry clouds releasing thick waves Softly through My lips
I thought about her that day I closed my eyes picturing aquamarine eyes that could drown city after city Consuming everything in its path however cool and calm Like a river
Laying there with the hot sun on my face I recollected that day slow and sweet kisses that left sparks that caught fire burning everything around us until it all melted into a brilliant river of light
Her velvet touch Honey milk kisses and a voice that dripped like wet paint
She reminds me of blue like a bright sky One that made you close your eyes to feel the sun bath you with sweat trickling down the soft edges of your jawline
She reminds me of sunflower fields that swayed lightly in the cool afternoon of summer A hint of dew That seemed to melt off their petals
She was beautiful her mind, body and soul
She saw the world as it was Like delicately blown glass filled with dandelion fuzz and saw dust
She was art so greatly defined made by satiny clay and as years flew by she became more defined with age