I tell her my darkest secrets and my
deepest thoughts. She listens without
judgment or criticism; she is indifferent.
else exists, it’s just her and me. Her presence
envelopes me until I am saturated with her.
On occasion I deny her, but her essence
always finds me and I can ignore her no
longer, for she is a powerful force.
The more time I spend with her the more
confident I become. She makes me feel
pure, cleansed, and sensual.
Her fingers caress me, her touch is
transcendent; it cannot be replicated.
Her eyes are sometimes as black as a
moonless night when stars refuse to
sparkle, and other times they are as blue
as a cloudless midsummer afternoon sky;
they are mesmerizing.
She wears many different colors: florals, earth
tones, fiery, and shades of gray; they match
her ever-changing moods. She can be calm and
then become ferocious in a split second; she is
hard to predict.
I am lulled by her sweet nothings. I hear her
melodies in the rustling of the leaves, in the
swaying tallgrass, in the effervescent water
of the river, and I am transformed, forever.