Love, In Similies 

I love you. All of you.

Your hairs that move like grass in the wind.
Your eyes that, instead of windows to your soul, are mirrors of mine.
Your lips that part like the Red Sea in one command.
Your chin, covered in stubble like the rough patch we were once through.
Your jaw, defined and tailored like a well-made suit.
Your neck, so soft and vulnerable like a baby chick.
Your collarbones, jutting out like a cranky child’s lower lip.
Your shoulders, wide enough to bear my burdens and weary head.
Your arms that always find their way around me, like dust pollens in the spring.

Your elbows, dry and wrinkled like a parched elephant.
Your hands, soft yet firm like the mango we ate during the summer.
Your fingertips, calloused like they’ve spent years on guitar strings.
Your chest, warm and inviting like a home after a long trip.
Your waist, a small, sturdy tree trunk.
Your legs that keep you grounded like anchors.
Your feet, light and dancing like a hummingbird’s flight.
Your toes that wriggle in wet sand like baby frogs.

Your boldness, like a quick deer in the middle of the road.
Your kindness, like a stranger who shares his umbrella.
Your stubbornness, a faucet handle that won’t budge.
Your creativity, explosive like a cup of soda with Mentos dropped in.
Your curiosity, probing like an octapus’ tentacles.
Your humor, quick and darting like the tongue of a snake.
Your passion, warm and inspiring like artists’ sunsets.
Your mind, open and always moving like the deep sea.

Your heart, keeping mine without tethers like a hot air balloon in the sky.