Sunday, December 16, 2012

Simile: What is like

Your face is what I hunger for
Like falling leaves in autumn
Like the living rain of spring.

I need your very mind
Like blue in the sky
Like sun on the sand

I hope for your breath
Like the gales of a hurricane
Like the whispers of a secret

Your skin is all that I could ever want
Like the rough comfort of stone
Like the embrace of bedsheets

I fantasize about your dreams
Like the quite love of a park bench
Like the shine of the moon on snow
Like the ripple of grass in the wind
Like the smell of spruce in a downpour
Like the first moment of a morning
Like the timeless days of summer
Like the art you move within me

I want the chance to experience every part of you
Like we never could imagine any other way to be

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