the rose-and-lily scent of her garden eyes calls to me
like the sight of a freshly fading rainbow after a storm.
I ache for her soft-spoken hand in mine again
like I ache for the sight of warm sunshine.
her smile smells cotton-fresh, same as the full moon
and her lips feel like my own.
the silky touch of the constellations
has nothing on her nighttime hair.
she smells like a downpour: I need no shelter
from her beautiful raindrops on my face
her roots dig into the dirt of me
I ache to stay motionless
her petal mouth is aloe
to a burned-before cheek
her silent words promise she’ll stay
but she’s no pine: the leaves fade
I know her teardrops echo a shattering joy
her sobs taste like mine
the ache in her chest mirrors the shards embedding me
and I once had a soulmate
whose love looked like heartbreak
and whose misery becomes me