if my darling was the snow,
i would no longer live in florida.
i would flee far north 'fore the fall dies
to have her fall so graciously onto me
to be head to toe in her existence
to be six feet under her buried freeze.
if my darling was the sand,
i would spend every day in the desert.
i would walk til my knees give out
to tread a path through her life
to feel my skin so warm under her touch
to get dizzy and breath spinny when she's 'round.
if my darling was the water,
i would live life in the river of her.
i would hardly wish for air just
to be fully submerged in her love
to swim across the body so clearly divine
to throw myself at her will and drown in her.
if my darling was the air,
i would live forever.
she immortalizes me.
i would breathe better than every second i have lived before combined
to smell the crisp wind against me
to stand encompassed in her arms
to be felt and to feel by the wind caught with touches of rose amd honeysuckle.
my darling slips through my fingers as easy as nature can fall away
only to hold me from behind and rock me gently side to side
to love me so wholly as no one before.

CONGRATS TO ME AND THE STORY AND THE READERS (mostly you cj thank you i love you) BECAUSE THIS IS THE 100TH PART ??? IVE WRITTEN > 100 POEMS. THATS INSANE. HAPPY 100TH PARTIVERSARY TO INCOMPREHENSIBLE THOUGHTA WOOHOO 🎉🎉🎉💐💐