His hair was a sparrow’s feather
and his eyes were blue lagoons blocked by layered glass
and his skin was stretchy birch with many scratches
and his teeth were a smooth welcome mat
His nose was the perfect bunny slope
and his cheeks were small sun baked blood stains
and his tongue is a brook over smooth stones
and his whistle was a shepherd's staff
and his laugh was deep fresh cotton
He smiled and it was a blanket during a freezing rain
and his aches were only soft whispers
and his neck was an elephant’s trunk
and his arms were the great pyramids

His elbows were drooping drapes over white wooden frames
and his wrists were grease stained and stiff
and his handshakes were iron clasps
and the palms of his hands were the Statue of David
And his wife was the smell of a warm fudge cake
His heart was a large decaying dark brown cabin
and his shoulder blades were covered with speed bumps
and his belly button was playing hide and seek between waves
and his copper chest hair curled with sweat
and his back was ivory linoleum with deep tractor tire ruts
His blood was a swift horse on race day
and his legs were covered with charcoal wind
and his ligaments were stretched tube socks
His toes were braided between twisted ropes
and his footprints were a farm hand’s
and his promises were a fondue fountain
and his grin was an airplane’s view from above the white clouds
and the last time he saw her his eyes were grey and red
She was a safe house, run down by storms
with his unfading glance on her conscious mind

He saw her,
and his face was an empty room
where his walls were not strong enough to save her