i look at her
asymmetrical features
eyes dark like black holes
brown skin
nothing close to thin
wide hips
small lips
cellulite down her thighs
long thick lashes covering her eyes
she’s not pretty when she cries
she’s beautiful as she lies
she rests her head where i rest my soul
as i talk to her, i feel her voice caress me
for i am the only one who knows
under that nonchalant exterior, a crimson flower grows
i look at her
the multi-universe of her soul
i want to watch her grow old
a shining star from afar
but up close a cherub in human form
i love her, i love her, i die for her
when she questions why i remain
i have so much to say
but i timidly explain
if i was to share another life in her presence
i would immediately dive in her essence
for her aura contains the vibrations of my meaning
her persona of patience is enough for the healing
of my traumas and no she is not for me to use
she is delicate, my purpose, my muse
my guardian angel that has helped me prosper
i don’t care what those other girls have to offer
her coffee bean hair tickling my cheeks
her heart finally in my reach
she is not mine, not anyone’s
hues of warm sand and dirt
i look at her
an earth goddess that never made me hurt