Her's

Smile and the teeth and the way the lips curl just at the end. More on one side then the other. She has a little Elvis in Her. 

Hair and the way the bangs She hates constantly fall in Her face and She brushes them aside. Or shakes them back when hovering over top of me. 

Nose and the way She scrunched it from time to time. The stud in Her nose slides up. Her eyes squint just a bit. 

Eyes ... Yes, God the eyes. Not to be cliche. Because it is. But Her eyes. How does that become a color? Almost iridescent.  And the shape. Could She be more feral? Cat like?

Cheeks. Can i say much more. Cut high. Chiseled out. Like art. 

But the things behind the face. The inner workings of Her. The stare off into the distance. The moments of wonder in a random smile and where it came from. The pain that is hidden deep inside. The well. 

She makes me want to hold Her and love Her and at the same ... Bend my knee, look at Her feet and submit. And be nothing but Her's. my complete identity. 

She pulled me in. She accepted me. She claimed me. 

She stamped Her's on my forehead. 

And every moment with Her, She tightens the collar. Pulls it closer. Makes me, more and more ...

Her's.