A Date With Destiny
Ice light blue eyes
Colored in like out of line crayons
Deep And Penatrating
Like the stare from your mother at 1:00
When your breath smells like your grandpa's coffee
Lips like candy
Unwrapped
Child like
Tongue licked clean
Hair like oil painted pastels
In The autumn sun
Like the curves of a women
Tucked away in your imagination
Her Smell is a simmered crf flavors
Ingulfing the senses
Enriching the scattered ideas
Deep inside of A brain
I yell out who are you?
But my eyes are still to heavy to open....
Brian Patrick Merrick
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