Her mind was as amazing as
the big bang.
What a sweet thing
to see her ideas form
on her ****** expressions,
watching them explode in her mind like
a million fire flies.
Each one raining down her throat,
balancing on her tongue,
waiting to be spoke.
Her words were rivers I bathed in
under the stars,
naked,
dreaming of dreaming.
Her world was green eyed tulips
and infinite possibilities.
Engaged, I sat with a crooked smile,
forever wanting to be pulled
deeper,
deeper,
deeper into her mind.
where those ideas were conceived and born
and infant words
cried for the milk
of a welcoming ear.
David Martin
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
Her mind was as amazing as
the big bang.
What a sweet thing
to see her ideas form
on her ****** expressions,
watching them explode in her mind like
a million fire flies.
Each one raining down her throat,
balancing on her tongue,
waiting to be spoke.
Her words were rivers I bathed in
under the stars,
naked,
dreaming of dreaming.
Her world was green eyed tulips
and infinite possibilities.
Engaged, I sat with a crooked smile,
forever wanting to be pulled
deeper,
deeper,
deeper into her mind.
where those ideas were conceived and born
and infant words
cried for the milk
of a welcoming ear.
David Martin
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