the sweet smell of vanilla on ice cream reminds
me of your lips, sweet and arousing

the steam of fresh hot coffee in the morning
makes me think of you in the morning in
ruffled hair and baggy shorts sipping your cappuccino

the falling rain are teardrops as you are the sky,
soaking it all in until you can't store anymore
and release it all out

the bright sun shines regardless of how much
you hate it and it makes me chuckle because
when you read books you're like the sun, beautiful
and radiating of light

the beautiful sparkle in your eyes are far more
enchanting then the brightest of stars and you
still don't seem to think much of yourself

you like to think of yourself as broken
shards of a beautiful sculpture,
once beautiful, now broken

i prefer to think of you as the moon,
dark but still illuminating the sky, shining so
beautiful on the surface of the water in the
hours of the early morning and the late nights

t.n