Things Poetic

 Eyes Hot chocolate and amber, swirling hypnotically heat, warmth -encompassing my soul my mind my spirit the opening to the soul always

 In the Eyes The first time I looked into her eyes,  cross face staring up at me, furrowed brow,  that newborn smell, in her hair and skin cuddling into my chest warmth and calm Beautiful blue, questioning so like anothers could be copies, so similar Hair like spun straw Feeling like home belonging  heart thrumming hummingbird like always

 Sunshine Prickling the skin of the air, peers over the edge of the sky, beyond suggesting heat, warmth stretch, reach for warmth wrap around and pull against, feeling the heat of the sun speckling against skin legs softly reach breath catches eyes catch as they open, taking in the vista no ending or beginning of sheets and limbs peace, home, relax