my little parts

A Seasonal Human

i love him. his eyes are the late winter sunshine. always trying to warm the frozen earth but never succeeding. to me, he's a gentle breeze in spring. the one that clears my head and sends chills down my body. the kind of breeze I grab a light jacket for but the goosebumps never go away. his laugh brings us into early summer. the euphoric feeling where anything and everything is possible. his laugh lifts my spirits and makes me want to run in an empty field with the sun beating down on me. his caress is light and wistful, much like the beginning of autumn. it's beautiful, innocent, and intimately adoring. his soft words are the end of autumn. his seriousness, dedication, and love is adored but feared, because it won't last long. when he's upset or frustrated, he's the harsh and cold winter. ive never met anyone with such a temper. it's handsome, really. he would never hurt me but seeing him lose control is watching a chaos filled storm unfold and scatter itself across the earth. he is so powerful, he is all four seasons in a body with a beating heart and brown eyes.