Appreciating all that she holds. The way her smile falls off faces into the ashes of eternity. Watching her hands pass out silver bees above the towering shores.
Witnessing her hips kill roosters from the gates of rock. The way her sex tramples and plays with the red starred boxes. Feeling the panic of letting her go.
Nothing will be the same I know. The way her dance caresses all tribal snake charmers to throw away their wishes. Waiting for her legs to wrap gifts in drummed out churches.
Imagining her back shoveling paws into the air. The way her teeth rips green from the earth's clutches. I'll miss her open tales.
I need her eyes to see. The way her chair demands her upright hymn to belt it out of key. Expecting her mouth to sing the outlaws sonic song.
Understanding her mind spits rocks into the sky. The way her tender heart seeks to crack the separated reflections in the mist. There's so much more there I'd like to know.
Expecting her fleeting sounds to trick the Devil's alarm. The way her God temps tambourines backwards in the wind. I seek her patient ears.
Wishing her time to paint with granite bears. The way her child plays with rainbows in the snow. I want to see her again.
The vision of her twirling hair blowing glass into the shadows. The way her gut swims with yelling barnacles of sacrificing poets underneath the wooden shed. I won't forget her ever I know.