She.

She the song of everything i cannot say singing in colors i cannot think upon, waves illuminated around me, i sink in her breast, let my thoughts rest unspoken words swim through me & out in a rhythm i’m unfamiliar with she was beautiful, oh infinite love, she held, oh graceful voice she sang, oh heavenly she held me in dark nights til the sun came up, made love to me when my skin was too cold to be touched, dried up rivers that did not stream, but instead rose into collapsing oceans, she was the earth-made bank that secured my emotions was the earth-made bank that held me up high, no matter the height of the tides, no matter the pain I would hide, in those songs she sang me love I had lost, my mind, became numb from too much love, my love was too much my love, was not enough like a crack fiend, i fiended for a love like she who was always enough to take me higher, than those drugs could, gave me more than any boy ever would, i fell for her and continue deeper every night as her arms wrap around me but not too tight and her voice engraves kisses upon my skin, even in silence I hear the echo of her breathing, whispering into my ear notes in the wind, she is music.