I See You

I see you,
On lazy summer afternoons, when drops of gold and crystal collide
To form rainbows under the showerhead;
Your eyes are as beautiful, not as the rainbows, no,
But as the honey golden sunshine itself.

I breathe you in,
During soft April showers that cleanse the air
And the ones in July, which come with electric skies and a divine drum roll;
You are there, in the petrichor after both,
Enticing, tranquillizing, smelling like home.

On my lips,
You are clouds of candy, soft and sweet.
On my tongue, you are the mild Autumn sky,
Capable of inducing a serenity comparable to nothing
But lying beside you and rows of kash under the unending autumn sky.

Your touch,
Is as soft as the first snowflakes of winter
Yet so unlike snow it burns its way into my bloodstream,
Leaving me craving for another look, another taste, another touch;
It leaves me high on you.

I hear you,
In spring, among the soft humming of bees
And the cacophonous cries of birds;
A sort of neutral chaos plays in your eyes,
Much like the eyes of Mother Nature herself.

I see you, and you are devastatingly beautiful.