Natalie

Her hair was a thick chocolate milkshake,
Her eyes were murky mud pools,
Her teeth were ivory piano keys,
Her nose was a bump in the road,
Her lips were two smooth velvet cushions,
Her smile was the Grand Canyon,
Her laugh was a violent machine gun,
Her speech was faster than a freight train,
Her neck was a glass of milk,
Her shoulders were an artist’s easel,
Her arms were two sticks of chalk,
Her hands were chickenpox on a scaly hide,
Her chest was two watermelons,
Her stomach was an alabaster wall,
Her waist was the curve of a violin,
Her hips were two handles,
Her legs were lean baseball bats,
Her thighs were solid marble cylinders
Her knees were handfuls of putty,
Her feet were two slices of pie,
Her toes were cocktail sausages.

She was his muse, his inspiration to live,
Never without an intimate touch.