You are
clear cool skin with sand-papered perfect smooth angles.
You are soft, you are hard you are cut from some unknown unreal unbelievable material.
You are yellow-skinned under flourescent lights,
you are skin pulled over creation,
you are love embodied.
You are gliding you are ending you are breathing, sighing, gving, taking, feeling.
You are lips and finger prints.
You are soft defenseless blonde hair
and high proud cheekbones.
You are crooked feet and long legs, wrapped around mine,
like roots, like roses clinging to fences that are always there.
You are honest eyes, eyebrows that stop short of long,
open ended over open eyes.
You are off-white jacket and cold zipper.
You are square, reliable,
but fragile, sweet and lean.
You are smiling, happy staccato joy,
and avalanched deep emotion.
You are beautiful, free, open, available, writing, living,
endless wonder.