The Best Part Of Her

I have never met anyone so beautiful

She was cheerful but subtle

Like nature intended, she was menopausing

Yet she was young; exuberant

As I go to greet her

She whispers in my ear

Her breath is cool on my neck

I shiver, it tingles

She elates me

When I walk, it’s not on pavement

She sheds the best of herself at my feet

Allowing cushion to my tiring feet

She knows what I love

I think as I taste her

Her breathe once again cool, refreshing

However, her breathe warns: there are cooler things to come

She caresses my face

Touch as soft as an angel’s

She teases me and ruffles my hair

She knows what I love

As I begin to crave her, to miss her

She presents a part of herself to me

Her skin is tan, olive like, but darker

Her skin is wrinkled, aged

Her hair glistens in the sun

It highlights the beautiful shades in her hair

It’s as if someone splattered different shades of paint on her

Beautiful, a piece of art

I hesitate as I sniff her smell

It’s expected yet surprising

The smell of rain touches my nostrils

It was sweet, dry

She surprises me with her beauty

Every time we meet

She waives goodbye as rain turns to snow

Till we meet again, my dear sweet autumn