Nature is pretty sweet

Natural Beauty

My hands have patiently learned the curves of your face,
as my fingertips have brushed against it gently to touch your lips.
And when I have cradled your head, I keenly try to take in
all the subtle details of your illusive beauty.
The slow slope of your jaw and how it trace so
to the crisp perk of your lips--
they are two insurmountable peaks always in view.
I find myself ever captivated not only by each piece individually,
but by your visage in its entirety and how it echoes so like
the many uniquely beautiful trees in a pristine forest
that lead to a small, shallow pile of apples.
Sometimes it can be too much for me
and I am lost there, wandering for some purpose
retracing my steps across your cheek
and I am struck when I reach the shore to your eyes.
Their endless deep stretches pound violently with passion
like a perfect storm dancing with the oceans waves.
Their subtle details relent with perfect stillness.
Please, allow me to stay lost here
and I will care for these trees with my light,
taking only the apples that are necessary to survive
while resting hopefull and staring from your shore.