I opened my mouth and it felt like my soul was speaking in vowels. And what came only ever sounded a little like Y-O-U.

A clear, endless, Mediterranean Sea;
A sun filled, vast, cloudless sky;
A brilliant, flawless diamond.

All these things, your eyes could be,
But they're not. They're your eyes.
Shining, wondering, flirting,
Blue eyes.

Looking at me, your eyes seem to shine.
Of all the things I love about you,
Your eyes I love the most.

Beautiful
You are beautiful
Let me try to describe
You are cute and charming
And alarmingly disarming
You’re elegantly delightful
With a twist of fascinating magnificence
Your smile is alluringly dazzling
Your words keep me in suspense
There’s a wonderful admiration
In the way you are delicate and pretty
With a fire I know you hold inside
You demand anything but pity
Comely and angelic
You’re ravishing and divine
You’re the most pulchritudinous woman I’ve ever met
And I so wish to call you mine <3

I raised the thermostat in my bedroom so you’d lose your last layers.
It’s a cheap trick, but I cannot stop the lust we’ve brought into this place.
It’s not love, no no, it’s not the sweet slow tune that stretches towards forever
we’re the rushed murky club bass that leaves you deaf and blind
but I won’t say dumb, because at least we used protection.

It’s been a lifetime since I pinned a woman to my canvas
and painted a series of moans and gasps across my bed
gentle strokes down her thighs
building color in her chest
mesmerizing forms and shapes created by her body on mine.
this is an art form I’d forgotten needs no practice
deserving of its own spot atop the Sistine Chapel.

At dawn, when we both list and drift towards the door,
there is no lingering last look, no awkward pause.  
We’ve both given up on the idea of a truly immortal feeling
preferring instead that sensational build to a beautiful ******
and a gallery of gorgeous midnight memories.

It's been a long time since I told
You just how beautiful you are,

Not because you ceased to be,
But because nothing equates to you
Anymore --

The seas of metaphor ran dry and
The mines of simile caved in,

And only you remained, my
Warm quilt, my gorgeous
Wonder, my one and only, my
Siren angel, my
Dearest sweetest love --

So forgive this lazy *******,
For forgetting you needed
Reminding.

Dear Earth,

From up here,
You are gorgeous.
Sure, you may have
Your faults,
But baby,
Your craters
Are so garish,
They could make a
Golf-ball self-conscious.

I know sometimes,
I can be a little distant
But I long to be close to you.

On the rare occasion when
I come down to meet you
I greet you
With a kiss on every
Square piece of you.
And you absorb me,
breathe me into the
very life of you.

And sure,
I may not be the
Only cloud in the sky
But you can't deny
That no on else
Can get you
As wet as I do.

On the days
You are longing,
Starving like a desert
I fall into your arms
And bring you to life.

Sometimes,
When you're feeling *****
You ******* so hard
I can't help but to think
I'm going somewhere.

There are sparks
Between us.
I am your protector,
Your lover,
Your closest friend.

You build me
From your darkest
And deepest places.
But even your
Most horrifying parts
Are blooming with life.

And hell,
If you ever need
Me around
You call me once,
Or you call me twice,
And I'll come around
Twice as nice
as I did the first time.

Just a note while passing by,

  --Your favorite cloud.