Your eyes are blue water
subterranean caves, swimming
you are the sun moving across summer fields
daisies always dancing toward your feet
an uprooted child, replanted
you flourish in earth and sky
dirt black hands in loamy soils
deeply rooted from the core
your salty, sweet red apple lips
are orchard fruits and fields to kiss
your arms hold worlds of weight
they are fragrant flowers, embracing grace
gentle as wings touching still waters
you are rainfall, washing
true as water