Prism
Looking at him is like looking through a kaleidoscope
He feeds my fascination with
all of his beautiful colors
His body full of light and sound
I love his brown eyes
Their glorious depth that draws me in
Their shape, their shade
His chocolate , his mahogany, his cinnamon
Warm cherry against his honey skin
he lights up , a diety in the summer sun
smiles to me softly like a dream
My eternal muse
My bellflower blue and lemon cream
His hearts a prism in the palm of my hands
Polished crystalline pristine
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