Can I have your entirety? I plead.

As my fingers take
it's leisurely journey
to your crystalline body,
you were forged in lava
mounted by dirt
and time divine
Egyptian soil
in the red sea worshipped
the fascia of your very skin
like the thinnest layer
of leaves when sunshine
seep through and creates
the wonder of your mystery

how am I not to be in awe
of such a graceful coincidence?

when a being championed
by the harsh touch of life gave only
the breathtaking beauty
that it embodies,
such a fortunate soul that walks in
this wasteland of folly
your color of yellowish green
hues that murmurs the voices
of nature into my soul
like how a pond or a lake
placid and mellow
this yearning of silence
I am not immune to things
that conveys uncertainty
but when shiny beings
immortal sits by my lowly side

I may never breathe another without uttering your name forever intertwined with mine.