Sometimes I write beautiful things

 I wrote this poem. Its called Somebody. Its my favorite poem I've written so far and its one of the few poems I've written that isn't melancholy. 

There is a body among the trees and stars that craves your blush. 

There is a smile that craves your stories. 

Hands waiting to run through to run through the waves of your hair. 

There they will sink drowning in oceans of brown honey.

There is a body among the thunder of rolling clouds and squinting moons that thinks of you 

in the midst of torrents full of lonely and longing

They wait for you to wander into their meadow

You'll stop to admire tall grasses or the whisper of winds and there among the safety and calm they will find you

Ready, not to shield you, not to tug your hand along their own path but to trace the trips of mountain ridges and breath in soft afternoons. 

There is a body just a ways away waiting, watching the same fiery sunsets set a blaze with the last falling hopes of a love worth rising for. 

You'll find them. 

And when you do they'll love scars and curves of earth and flesh, and most of all they'll love you.