Her eyes

They are like the moon rising on it's dark harvest

The ocean waves crashing on the sublimes shore

The way the earth turns at the slightest wind

Her eyes

Her lips

They are like crimson cherry colored particles of youth

Dandelion seeds blown from a soft stem

Lined fur in the tigers skin

Her lips

Her hands

They are like delicate china frames made of breakable glass

Motional words without voices

Uncharted land of dwindling seas being taken away by the sun

Her hands

Her heart

It is like the tic tock of the grandfather clock

The underestimated talons of the baby hawk

The armor upon the solider

The beating flutter of the sparrows wings

Her heart

She

She is like the heart beating in it's last moments

The grenade pin nervously awaiting detachment from it's shelter

The leaf fluttering from the tree until it hits the ground

The love which I long for in this maleficent turning ball we call home

She