(in love)
The curves of her body
Glisten in the moonlight
As she lies still
Fallen

by the pond
I want to trace them
with my lips
I tell her
she is
exquisite

and her giggle
rings in my ears
little bells
signalling spring

The curves of her body
Glisten
As the first rays of sun

Greet her
she whispers
She is broken
I want to

caress
her wounds
they are deep
dark
unhealed

And as I touch them
We can pretend
She is cured

My words drip like honey
They form a ribbon
With which I wrap her

I insist
She is perfect
How can she not be?