Zoe

A firey furnice escaped her mouth As she layed on a cloudy beach Her voice screaming from a life of love She looks at the stars, eyes pregnant with doubt Her skin draped with light as golden as the sand she lay on And her hair brown like the log she rest her head upon Who is she you ask? Her eyes are like pools of melting mercury And her lips as soft as strawberry cushions She is trully a sight that eyes are glued to Her body sculpted by God himself along with angel hands And her arms and legs are a cage I wish to live in Not her body but her mind I wish to engage in For her mind surely is more engaging than her shell Who is she you ask? Like a fire her body brings company Like art her mind brings interest Her blooming curves slide like tectonic plates She is a beauty the forrest falls in love with The light dances below her feet and darkness gives way My palms turn to pools of nerves As my eyes start to weaken Who is she you ask? Her eyelashes sway toward me past the sharp light My chest caves in with sovereignty Her mind connects with mine She is my lover and my one true companion, my best friend Who is she you ask? ZOE.