Mitch
How the sky turns all
these colors,
your eyes are the most beautiful
color the sky could ever
be.
As the wind blows the
coldest breeze,
it could never compare
to your breath,
slowly breathing on my
neck while you sleep behind
me.
While ocean waves caress
the sand on the beach,
it doesn't match
how calm, relaxed,
you make
me.
Like fire,cracking, sparking,
your lips
have the exact
effect on
mine.
I am no poet
but
your body is my
favorite comparison
to nature, its beauty
what you do with your body
is my
four elements of
Earth.
This poem is about:
Me