She was like marmalade

She walked like the ocean-- each
step a blue wave of length and balance.
She sang like the misty mountains-- each
note a deer lapping the crystal pool with his pink tongue.
She had fingers as long and slender as centuries,
a belly made for times of labor, the mark of
strength under her eyes.
She was like marmalade-- coloring
everything with life, but she
still wasn't enough.