One I can only look at
I have meet a boy
He be a man of wax
Some might not say so
I do believe it
His black eyes
Swallow up everything
As he takes the world in
His eyelashes form a curtain
In front of his eyes
So he can easily
Shut out everything
His skin
Is melted chocolate
His hair curly
And soft
His voice
A summer storm
Soft and rumbling
His hands are worn
But gentle if they touch
His arms are strong
They will make you feel safe
He is an expensive painting
Just out of reach
One that I can't afford
But he be a man of wax.
-V
A
YOU ARE READING
When You Read it, You'll know me
PoetryJust words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.
