Blue

eyes of brown sugar backed by
a smile of blue
she sought
continuity of curvature
to speak without the utterance of one sound
but i heard every word
all the makings of
a classic
beauty by
mine own standards

• she defined purpose in her stance

• others reveled in the obvious

• and i

• longed for what was

• deeper

• my

• mind was tickled and giggled at

• reasonings that filled her that

• soared above the minds of the average

• i was awed

• she wasnt impressed

• 
  

• "its just me"

• she said

• as i

• marveled at the caramel simmering

• beneath

• this fleshy kettle of fire

• and traced lines with invisible fingers

  that merely started at her legs

  and ended at infinity

  so it is unneccesary to comment

  that

  the caress is forever

  rooted to both earth and man by locs of Queendom

  and the heart by sincereity

  and the eyes by a smile of blue

  an unshakable essence

  she possessed

  that i wished to bottle

  but who can bottle the spirit that is free

  without

  killing

  what intrigued ur mind from Genesis

  and

  returning her smile to blue

  i pray that if i were to be haunted

  she would be my tormentor

  and

  if i were to be blessed

  she would don the wings

  of my

  guardian angel

  locs of wool caressing the

  side of my cheek as

  eyes meet and

  lips contact

  and meld into

  this sweat inducing dream

  i smell her breathing
  i feel her cry
  i arise
  she
  escorts
  we
  travel
  who arrives
  inconsequential
  i came before i went
  fight the feeling i must the desire to

  crush the memory of this nymph into my soul
  she is forever etched there and
  i have never

  seen

  more
  than the 
  Idea

  of she with the smile of blue