Naked she lays,
Wrapped in heavenly cotton
A smile
Bearing one thousand pearls
Each fashioned for her
Milk for skin
Pouring out of a golden jug
Black irises and shades of lilac
Invoke in me
Unsolved mysteries,
Space exploration, and
Self-examination
Her soul is stitched with angel feathers
and the laughter of children,
with breasts kissed by moonlight
lined with the same shade of black
As my own.
When I gaze at her
I fail to express
My feelings
But instead choose
To bear it all
With one simple
Action.