Rachael

It's not the person she is
the person she was
the person she will become-
nor is it the skin,

the breasts

the naughty parts--

it's her soul that envelopes me in
a beautiful gel of
green that tosses and turns
and churns till I see only
her-
my love, and i
can feel all that I am and I'm

happy with the person I am with
her.

Naturally Beautiful

She looks into the small circular window
of her hand mirror mounted on
the wall with a screw that
is too long for the

purpose.
She throws up those beautiful

curls that she hates to mess with,
and sighs as she realizes
that the fury
the make-up
the teeth
all need to be done in the

next 10 minutes, and I watch her
and think that she looks beautiful,
sexy
lovely
exquisite
as she stands.

Green and the fury

I watch as she sleeps and notice those
beautiful sea green
eyes move as the lids hold back their raucous
movement. Those green orbs-green as

a calm carribeanne sea, with a
shallow bottom, crystal clear
and a lone sail boat;
sheets wrapped

lovers entagled in lovely bliss,
sailing the green waters
under the beautiful sky, and
like her hair the brilliant

fury
of the setting sun. This beauty could
sail 1000 ships, and this woman could
end the search for the ultimate

one.