she she has a mind deeper than marianas trench eyes bluer than the vast texas skies the pools of barton springs the aquamarine stones we stare at in a shop that dares to dream of our fingerprints on their doors from years ago
her hair is like flaxen silk strands of sunlight fresh picked sunflowers veils of green tea and bouquets of roses and tulips and hydrangeas permeate the air that wraps around her delicate wrists body like devils backbone i drive on her thinking of her those distant memories now a full reality like the lips i now can kiss not only in my dreams but in the moment of moments here and now
photographs no longer hurt but remind of what was and what will be promises wrapped no longer in the guise of champagne or wine but in sobriety, truth, and the firm knowledge that love knows no gender no time, no place, no wrong love conquers all even the tender truths of loves lost, battled, and won over years of waiting and searching for each other in the eyes of other women or men or people that never meet the same exact proportions of laughter of care, compassion, tenderness
she she looks for the answers in me and now, made of glass i show her all bare and naked to her not hiding unafraid to speak the words that have always sat on my shoulders whispering into my ears lightly kissing on the collarbone a touch so sensitive and word so full of meaning love
it means more to me now than ever before it feels like her the sun the moon the eyes from across the room the carress of cheek the embrace at the gates of the rest of our lives
she she knows me she loves me she is everything to me my forever muse my forever love mine hers ours