Often times I’m staring Awing in the curves of full blooming lips Carved jawbone covered with deepening dark moss The journey through the damp forest after warm rain It is all awake alive and breathing clearly Rising and falling like the rare drops from deciduous leaves I cannot tell you how inhuman you feel to me Your skin darkens around your eyes from nights up Long evenings too many and whiskey that never even made it to a cup Sometimes I cannot break a gaze from the casement around your pupil The pools of honey drip further toward me My feet find it impossible to remove themselves So much like quicksand but sweet calming and warm Smooth and simplistic in youth the way skin drapes Hangs over structured bones in the most phenomenal way Just as your eyes are lavished in graham brown You stay glowing even in the cold weather from blessed ancestry Down to tender arteries and muscle where I’ve placed lips a thousand times Shoulders swoop outwards like broad boulders Distinguishable markers play connect the dots toward inked surfaced skin Permanence of scarred lines forming a hot air balloon and anchor pulling it down It’s from your favorite band, I’m noticing synapses collide on the concept Elongated extended vines lead to tools that hold and create masterpieces Strong slender hands with fingertips that press and pluck strings Coat themselves with paint on late evening or early mornings Tread lightly on my skin and illuminate my face with a coaxing touch You are the rain forest from sunrise My heart thumps to the sense of danger behind a corner But I know such things and if they were to **** me, I would be treasured in becoming a tall Kapok With roots buried miles deep