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

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