The girl with night-stained hair
The girl with the steel-framed brow,
Absolute with resolve and determination
The girl with elastic eyebrows,
Capable of expressions limited only by her imagination
The girl with the minx eyelashes,
Tempting me to bed, stealing away the hours
Like the thief in the shadows
The girl with the wooden eyes,
A single black knot in each trunk
Made of charcoal ready to set me ablaze
The girl with the vanilla cream nose,
Taking me in with every breath
The girl with the fire cherry lips,
Just as hot, just as sweet
The girl with the sandpapered chin
Made from alabaster smoothed into silk
The girl with the boxer’s shoulders
Always ready to put up a fight
Never ready to lose
The girl with the love-vice arms
Clenching to everything with pasty pinchers
Determined to let all air escape
Before letting go
The girl with the sewer’s hands
Callous from work,
Delicate from experience
The girl with the honey bread breasts
Nourishing and well-crafted
The girl with the talkative navel
Speaking gibberish only we can understand
The girl with the rock-founded thighs
Always standing like the Egyptian pyramids
For all that she believes in
The girl with the glued knees
Never buckling under fear with the power of the Ocean
Crashing down, shoving those under it to the ground
The girl with the ice cold feet
That feel so warm next to me
As we lie in bed, ready to sleep
The girl who puts the night’s blanket over the day
And tucks the sun into bed with a crescent moon smile
And as she leaves me in the morning
The rest of the world leaves my bed with her.

Anthony C, "The Girl With My Heart"