“When will you learn?”

she mournfully droned

gazing up with Carribean eyes.

Her skin was a pale conch

glimmering in the searing sun

Her cheekbones prominently jutted outwards when she smiled;

craggy fjords that are gradually smoothed by harsh tides

Her laugh was the rustle of a fair coastal breeze

through palm fronds

Her hair was the sand that sifted between my fingers

High tide was her sigh,

long after the day had sank below her cerulean horizons

Pulsating strength

Radiating from her fathomless depths

I promised to never replace her

with the jagged incisors of the mountains

Those alluring, serrated peaks infatuated me nonetheless

The freckles dappled across her nose were reminiscent

of autumn leaves spattered sporadically across the forest floor

Eyes raw with the seething essence of the hills

Her hair was the sunlight that filtered through each canopy,

permeated every hollow and valley

Pulsating strength

Radiating from her lofty heights