she has
skin as soft as
satin sheets
welcoming and
kind to the body
after a long day
of endless exhaustion

her eyes
shine brightly
of green in
the summer sun
reflecting nature
in the heat of the day

she has
worn down
and angled features
charismatic to
the beholder
unwilling to allow
the undeserving to pass

her hair
glows in
dark shades of
clay and mud
deep and bright
all at once

she has 
a brain
like a shelf at 
a secondhand bookstore
each cover a mask
each synopsis a fraction
of what is

her mind
is complex 
and fragmented
to an extent
that only she
would know

and i
love her

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