Beauty's Perception Poem by grace mariner

I love your hair like thick grey and white clouds in October.
I forget to breathe when you kiss me, feeling you sweep across my mouth like a lingering December wind.
I overflow like the rivers edge from your touch on my skin.
Rain has never erupted with such force!
This ancient heart skips a beat, like a change from the underworld and its equally ancient Mother.
Oh the very sight of you, with bark brown eyes drizzled with honey.
I dare not look for too long, fearing I may not return again!
My coal studded heart turns to diamonds when you pull me close against you...I feel beautiful for a moment!
I melt and fear I will burst into 1,00 glittering glass shards when that hot liquid meets the air, just from your touch, of skin against skin.
I worship the goddess, the Great Mother.
You are as elemental to me as she is