Why? Poem by Danny Robbins

Her lips,
a bridge between indifference and purpose,
spands across the great empty void and the turbulent river,
crashing over the jagged rocks.

Her hand,
a shady spot beneath a tree,
sunlight trickles through the waving leaves,
warming only you in this moment.

Her stomach,
a rolling plain, where soft grass
dances in the wind,
surely the breath of God.

Her legs,
slender, smooth.
Instruments on which love's songs are played,
each toes a string ready to be plucked.

Her chest,
a windless wave,
moving to the flow of her life,
always in, always out.

Her eyes,
an adventure.
A lone road road, weaving through mountains and barren lands.
Leading to an unseen, desired destination.

And yet, here I stand.
Frozen in fear,
numb with doubt.

My life is too cold.