My thoughts are like bees collecting honey:
Soft and silent as they trace the flowers of your mind,
Busy and violent when you leave them behind.
Curves like canyons,
skin like river stones,
you move like roses with
the wind and stand tall
against the rain.
Your gaze is a star and I’m just
one man aging under
For me you are vast like the
cosmos and to the earth you
are as abundant as the fresh
water that nourishes it.
Mind like a serpent’s, foolish,
delicate, sharp, I long to hold
you in my arms.