I Am Cataloging You.

In your endless sunshine
I am cataloging you.

I hope that I can categorize
Your facial cues.

It must be of the mountains
That wildfire in your shoes.

(The blaze that makes you step quick on your sexy hiker's legs)

Icicle and cold white wine
Create the warmth in your eyes blue.

Island sands glinting wise
Tan your skin it's outdoor hue.

Incremental trips to the fountain
Built up your mind's natural youth.

(The muscle that is stronger than all, even those arms that held me)

There is this physical entity to you, this need to capture you in words...
  I cannot explain it any way besides
    Those lines that tighten under your skin when you walk ahead of me.