My Rachel shines like the sun, she salutes the stars and clouds and kisses the sky with dewy mauve lips.

My Rachel  walks barefoot over clovers and wildflower dens.

My Rachel has bright marigold hair that tumbles from her sunkissed crown to her cunning waist.

My Rachel has gentle hands and agile speech, attending caterpillar courts and robin-breasted ballrooms.

My Rachel sings like a river lazily flowing over discarded redwood leaves.

My Rachel has a face with freckled honeysuckle cheeks, arms like unfurling lily petals meeting the world.

My Rachel has eyes blue as corn flowers.

My Rachel wears leaf-filtered sunbeams for shawls, eagle feathers entwined in her dandelion hair, and peony crowns.

My Rachel leaves forget-me-nots growing in her footprints, with jasmine and mint adorning the air around her.

My Rachel speaks slowly and stormily, cyclones of thought swirling about her warm and swampy mind.

My Rachel has lily white palms and fawn-spotted thighs,

My Rachel glides like the brisk Autumn breeze, taking hayseeds like deft golden furies in her wake.

My Rachel sighs like baby’s breath and dances like fire.

And my Rachel shines like the sun.