Her skin is milk and earth entwined
silk is not so smooth, nor velvet soft.
The eyes are swifter punishers
than the most jealous greek god
be it with a twitched brow
or a roll.

My lover’s laugh, a summer song with the windows down.
The voice soothes me like far off thunder at night.
Her anger is lighting nearby.
Silhouetted against the wall, she is naked yet unashamed.
Her curving body is water
that has flowed into an ever changing vase.