Beauty of a nonchalant status, eyes of a mural's
ashes. In a champaign form, through her contact
lenses or her choice of eye glasses. Her eyes the
color of dirt, grasses, rain filled clouds, chestnuts,
hazelnuts, diamonds and flashes. Of photographic
memory. Remember me. Glitter sprinkled over
God's hand picked seed held in your ancestor's
ovaries. Next to me in my dreams you belong, no
matter what skin tone. Hair grown or sewn,
length to the middle of your neck or to the crest
of your chest. Dark, light, blonde, with highlights,
brunette. Hiding the facial features, no matter
short or long, the back of your mind your looks
will forever set. Regrets, I have none. Suspect,
you might be one. With intellect of a poor kid's
first dollar he collects. Even with hills, you still
manage to make life short. Unreal, still surreal,
forreal. Whits sharper than any knife that could
possibly cut you from my life. I respect you, and
from the wink of your eye you threw towards me,
I'm sure you respect me too, don't you? I love
how your lips coincide with your cheeks. And
your smile, chiseled in my heart from the start
though I noticed you from a mile. Picture our
child. . . . . See there's the smile that jump start my
emotions and made them versatille. No need for a
description when it comes to your dress and
style. Your body fits right, no matter if in clothes
loose or tight, you just might, be the most
beautiful female stuck in denial. But I'll notice
you forever, starting now.