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Mar 2016
God was in a nostalgic mood, pensive and reflective when he made you.
Like the feeling of an elder sipping sweet tea under a southern sky on a Sunday afternoon....... You see, God decided to make you on the 7th day......

And he thought of children skipping rocks on standstill Lake waters and he watched them form ripples as they made their distance, when he thought of your feet and the effect they would have when you enter or left a room....

The strength of oak trees were placed in your calves with the knowledge of the long treks that you would endure....

Your thighs were an ode to the smooth pouring of almond milk laced with honey as the inside of your thighs...Life's sweet elixir placed within you in the most secretive of places with the ability to pleasure more than sunshine to a flower or the sweetest next hit to an addict.....

Your belly he named after valleys made perfect for running freely with kisses onto the center
to visit the belly button well where one can make wishes from....

Further upwards the majestic curves of the highest peaks forever drawing mankind to approach them and attempt to conquer.

Your shoulders, the horizon from those peaks suggesting, promising a better tomorrow,,, smooth and soft like the finest white sand beaches and just as transitional between land and water..... Leading to your neck, the Amazon river, a strong current providing life and passage the beauty that lies ahead..

Your jaw line, which moved like elegant ballerinas when you spoke, and when you spoke your word was hypnotizing.

Your eyelids made after silhouettes of bodies making love. Your lips consisted of all living and healing flora on earth, Beautiful, vibrant, full of color and emitting your breath, your breath that carries the very oxygen that provides life to love itself...

In your eyes he placed mirrors so that he may see the reflection of himself in you...

Your forehead,  a great towering wall. Not one to keep things out but rather like a **** holding back powerful moving waters of thoughts and ideas rendering anyone in awe who approached it at the knowledge it beholds behind it. And to touch it is to touch the outer layer of eternity.

In your mind he placed galaxies, crashing, dying and birthing stars.. The mysteries of black holes, and the endless math of quantum physics. Impossible for any man to fully understand but always should appreciate if at all a man of pursuing knowledge..

In your heart he placed the entire accumulated force of all gravity in the universe. Not only drawing all to orbit you but bestowing you with the greatest power of creating life within you……………. And the magnitude of responsibility as the chosen passage from life to derive from identifies you as the strongest being outside of God himself.
Brando Marcellini
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Brando Marcellini  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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