What You Are To Me

In metaphors and similes


Your mouth/smile/lips are a mountainous range at dawn,
Shimmering beauty and spread out across your face,
Cutting the sky to reveal Heaven.

Your eyes glisten like raindrops,
Sad and serious, but full of life,
Innocence hiding behind the glare.

Your hair is the rays of sunshine,
That blow through an autumn breeze,
Sparking and flowing,
Effortlessly and free.

Your hands are sturdy leather,
Worn in strong and weathered,
Yet are as velvety silk:
Soft and smooth is their caress.

Your body is the coastline,
Curving so serine,
Warm and welcoming,
Cool and comforting.

Your breasts are grass covered hills in a forest of trees,
Mysterious,
Relaxing and soft; peaceful and beautiful,
Perfect as Mother Earth wished,
And still they are rock and barren,
Smooth as stones, worn away by the sea,
With my head pressed against them,
(with a feeling of safety)
Your heart close to me.

Friday, September 7th, 2007

Jake Boland