She is a Galaxy

This is really a prose piece but that's not an option

She is the moon on a warm, airy night. I walk down an earth path, flooding with trees on either side, following her light to a mysterious end. I breathe in the black sky, smelling the hints of purple that the stars waltz in. The path opens at the mouth into a field of glistening amethyst grass that kisses my calves and thighs. It could drown me if it wanted. I fall to my knees and tumble over myself to stare the universe in the face. Fireflies glitter. The wind whispers in my ear and caresses my spine with one hand. I shudder with a smile. That is what her eyes are like. A deep magical brown.

              She is a phoenix garden, bursting through the ashes of her pain. Her soul shines through the smoke. I feel it on my skin like a song made of silk. I can wrap myself up in it; it’s a blanket. With eyes closed tight, I swim through it and my own confusion. That is what it’s like when she smiles. She grins at me with secrets sleeping behind her teeth.

              Her laugh is an endless field of golden wheat. It tickles when I run my fingers through it. It’s a validating vibration. Each only lives for the glimpse of a moment but in that glimpse, she’s everywhere. The sound waves brush over my neck, gentle at first, like the very tips of a feather but then sharp enough to draw blood. I would let it bleed. That is what it’s like when she whispers. My name drips from her mouth.

              Her heartbeat smells like warm cotton when it’s calm and cool satin when it’s exhilarated. Every boom pierces my skin like a steel dagger through her ribs and into mine. Sometimes it rests gently on my tongue. It’s the ocean on my cheek, coming in salty waves that crash onto my entire face, pulling my eyelids to bed. It’s the only thing that calms me. The sea water on my lips is a lullaby. That’s what it’s like to lay with her.

              She has white flames in her palms when we touch.  She ignites me. I breathe in her smoke, blackening my lungs with it’s kiss. I have the burn marks all over my skin. We shine bright enough to see with eyes closed, and that’s how most of our time is spent together: eyes closed. Fire, she is, but when she goes, she leaves me in ashes. That is what her hands are like in mine.

                  I look not at her but into her. I see her. I look into her mind, her energy. I explore her as a world more than as a person. She is a galaxy, filled with so many things. I know that I could search forever and never find them all. But I know I’ll try anyway. She is art beyond me. And that’s what it’s like to know her.