her lips are like honey
but she is sweeter
than nectar and
thicker than molasses
they taste her with
the tips of their tongues
yet they do not swallow
anything
her hair is black
but she is darker than
the night when the sky
is still and the stars have
gone to sleep
they search for
something they cannot find
lost in the fragile
strands of her tresses
her eyes are like bronze
medallions glimmering
in the sunlight shown
to many to say: 'i did it.
please remember me.'
when she smiles they
curve like the crescent
moon when it is eight
in the evening and the
sun bids goodbye
she is the mystery and
she is the detective
hired to solve all the problems
everyone else encounters
around her
she is the question and
she is the answer
she is
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
her lips are like honey
but she is sweeter
than nectar and
thicker than molasses
they taste her with
the tips of their tongues
yet they do not swallow
anything
her hair is black
but she is darker than
the night when the sky
is still and the stars have
gone to sleep
they search for
something they cannot find
lost in the fragile
strands of her tresses
her eyes are like bronze
medallions glimmering
in the sunlight shown
to many to say: 'i did it.
please remember me.'
when she smiles they
curve like the crescent
moon when it is eight
in the evening and the
sun bids goodbye
she is the mystery and
she is the detective
hired to solve all the problems
everyone else encounters
around her
she is the question and
she is the answer
she is
