a poem for a gypsy

[dragongirl21188]

brown,
you are like leather;
course and unrefined.
you hold out,
despite the way the rain stains your face.
rough,
you are like bark.
keeping close to that which you must protect.
lovers scratch their names in you
and soft autumn leaves tickle your edges.
you smell of pine and warm milk.
you feel like a sunrise.
and in your lips like plum skin,
i can taste the truth.
you are fragile like a tear,
set free from an amber eye.
and you can take to the wind like a bird.
a hollow bone,
built to float on the clouds.
i am not allowed to touch you from so far away.
your voice speaks only through waves.
and i can feel the warmth in your words.
you are summer,
with all of the carefree smiles.
you are winter,
with a feather filled coat.
i will wait in solitude,
for you,
my gypsy.
'til all the leaves are falling,
and you will come to me in autumn.

-althea