Her

Her hair falls like the rain

Organized in chaotic beauty,

Shades of lavender

Curled around my crimson heart.

Her voice is shadowed footprints

Softly sinking into my soul,

Marking a trail

Through my emerald forest. 

Her eyes are pools of radiance

Piercing the cold barricades,

Shattering the sentries

That held my sapphire whispers.

Her hands are ivory

Spotted with speckles

Like stars that dot my horizon,

Shining like ruby silhouettes.

Together we are falling,

Streaking across the sky

In trails of ecstasy,

Showering our love

Like droplets in a hurricane.