beauty and the beast

She was my sunflower with a mockingbird animal spirit 

Her yellow petal feathers brought ice winds into my cosmos

She sung to me but I had to close off nature to hear her song 

Her vocals rang out in silence like a heart monitor on deaf ears

She held my hands when I couldn't get a grip on time

Her touch froze me like the chills felt with a slight graze or breeze to a freshly parted scalp

She was prepping me to be a husband and a father

She is home because she's where my heart is 

She was my Eden, and I, her Atom, she was on ions bringing both positive and negative into a garden of hunger pains

She was layered food for thought that more times than not watered my eyes no matter how many times I tried rinsing

Rivers flooded my ducts like the amount of overwhelming emails of quackery in the spam box of my emails

I'd only fixed frustration I now fixed on frustration like the lugs in a well mounted tire and wheel, and still things just kind of rolled on

Explosions were contained and drowned out but somehow this wave continued to burst bubbles like a bomb was set off under water

Relations often sail, but you must ask yourself, will you miss the boat and can you weather the storm

She is home, but sometimes I wonder where the door is