A wild forest is she, a covert forest is she Donned in a sable jacket and thin-rimmed lenses In this city jungle, to suffocate is the norm But her presence is a breath of the freshest air Air that stirs life in the corners of my lungs In the hollows at the pit of my stomach In my arteries, in all places until my puny fingertips A wild forest, her sockets as designated firmaments The palace of browns that blinded me, ensnared me And when they curved into midnight crescents I lost my breath, I missed a life beat Her visage, a stunning union of night and day A sight that douses a pleasing warmth on my frigid soul And enlivening chills on my every bone Honey-glossed dusty rose petals are her mouth Their softness still yet to be known With a smile so enthralling, laugh so riveting Hers is the symphony that renders birds listening Words that emulate soft rustles of juvenile leaves Ironic how they placate and intensify quakes in my ribs She is a sturdy tree, lacking beside crystalline skyscrapers But her branches promise sojourn for my fatigued frame A bed of grass drizzled with morning dew, her palms Vines that I wish to braid my bi-colored locks, her fingers And her skin, the bark my curious fingers want to trace The surface where my nails desire to carve my name And she, in her glorious entirety Is a signal for the beginning of the stampede Sending my gait unsteady Cajoling my stone bricks to remodel its tracks She is a wild forest amidst the bustling cities A land of fertile soil with wild plants and flowers springing From her chest, her wonderful mind And I, once an eon of drought Now an eager seed wishing to grow With her healthy yellows and greens, I yearn to grow