How Beautiful You Are

How Beautiful You Are

The low winter sun shines through your hair:

Giving you the pretense of an unearthly glow,

Like a wreath of fire about your head.

You build within me a warmth of flame,

A burning licking and spreading through my chest,

A scorching, searing, blackening rush

That threatens to turn me to mere ash where I stand.

It takes time for wood to catch fire in snow,

But once it's burning, the inclement ice melts

All around it, leaving the grass beneath charred

On still solid soil.

The frost reddens and roughens your knuckles.

Freckles dance brown across the backs of your hands.

What strong fingers you have

Long and broad, and thickened from fights.

There are splashes of ink,

Like Fairy wings,

Flying down the crease between your thumb and index finger.

A line of hardened, pale skin

Crosses each of your palms,

The bruise down your ring finger

Is purpling.

Your smile is like sunshine amongst storm clouds,

Your deep laugh rumbles

Through your body and it seemingly shakes

 Into my body as well, and it brings to me

The sweetest and purest feeling of life.

The skin around your eyes

Shrinks and pushes close together

Creasing your beautiful skin as you grin,

Just the sight makes my fingertips tingle ever so slightly,

And I can’t prevent the shy smile that ghosts my lips.

Your neck tilts down and forwards,

All your attention is on your friends, and their’s on you.

I want to be the focus of that face.

What I wouldn’t give to be the reason for that smile,

 To take from them what I would kill to have.

Your back is lean, strong and straight as the pine trees

Clustering up the canyon sides all round us,

You lean your beautiful head

On your pale, firm forearms on the scorched wood

Casually rocking forward on your toes towards the edge of the steep rocks

Overlooking the canyon

A faraway look sets in your eyes, as though there’s something there

Something wonderous, something just out of our reach,

That only you can see.

No hue of any emerald could ever wish to compare

To the captivating glow of your eyes

Framed by thick amber lashes

Which I have seen wetted with tears, but only once.

No summer day is as warm as your gaze

Cast upon those for whom you care,

Nor icy lake as cold as the looks

You send to those who would dare to harm them.

Your well treaded feet,

The pale skin exposed at your ankle,

The knotted muscle of your calf,

The sharp lines of your knee,

Those thick, strong thighs

All made only to perfect the soft curves of your waist,

The stomach of perfectly outlined muscles,

The skin on your arms painted lightly with freckles,

Flawlessly covering the strengh that runs just beneath them

The chest that breaths evenly,

Rising, falling…living.

Arms which only encircle me in secret,

Delicate lips that sing out the sweetest of words,

Lips that I cannot help but long to cover with my own

A face that I long to trace with my finger,

The high cheekbones, the strong jawline, the perfect nose.

This is what I see.

This is how beautiful you are.

Reviews

[Beth Wilcox]

This is absolutely wonderful!

[ATTIKIT]

I was double checking and everything said here is true about how I look not what I had intended on doing when you found out that I felt the same you must have been really happy I now know why you always came over daily now when I told ya to come back tomorrow that day Kyle hooked us up :)