Eyes. Green. Green as the head of
a young tree. The larks and
sparrows singing upon his shoulders.
Nose. Straight. straight as an arrow
piercing the young tree's fresh
new bark. the chirping creatures
fly now.
Lips.Soft. Soft as the gentle
clouds floating overhead.
Curving and sloping, sweetly like the birds
as they flutter away.
Chest. Broad and Strong. Strong
as the wind and broad as the
wide blue sky.
Arms. Warm. Warm around me as we lie beneath the young
tree with the birds singingin the atmosphere.
Skin. Smooth. Smooth as the young
willow's papery bark, its leaves swaying, his skin on mine.
Voice.Velvet. Velvet vibrations in my ear as
her whispers sweet nothings. Laughing
Gently as He leans, just a bit closer, and closer yet.
Silence.
