At the blooming age of 18
I knew what i wanted
Face up to wrinkled canopy and
smoky waves crashing down on me
I inhaled smooth
Blueberry clouds
releasing thick waves
Softly through
My lips
I thought about her that day
I closed my eyes
picturing
aquamarine eyes
that could drown
city after city
Consuming everything in its path
however cool
and calm
Like a river
Laying there with the hot sun
on my face
I recollected that day
slow and sweet
kisses that left sparks
that caught fire
burning everything around us
until it all melted into a
brilliant river of light
Her velvet touch
Honey milk kisses
and a voice that dripped
like wet paint
She reminds me of blue
like a bright
sky
One that made you close
your eyes to feel
the sun bath you
with sweat trickling down
the soft edges of
your jawline
She reminds me
of sunflower fields
that swayed lightly
in the cool afternoon of summer
A hint of dew
That seemed to melt
off their petals
She was beautiful
her mind, body and soul
She saw the world
as it was
Like delicately blown glass
filled with dandelion fuzz
and saw dust
She was art so greatly defined
made by satiny
clay
and as years
flew by
she became more defined
with age
and her soul
was a jewel
undescribable
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC
At the blooming age of 18
I knew what i wanted
Face up to wrinkled canopy and
smoky waves crashing down on me
I inhaled smooth
Blueberry clouds
releasing thick waves
Softly through
My lips
I thought about her that day
I closed my eyes
picturing
aquamarine eyes
that could drown
city after city
Consuming everything in its path
however cool
and calm
Like a river
Laying there with the hot sun
on my face
I recollected that day
slow and sweet
kisses that left sparks
that caught fire
burning everything around us
until it all melted into a
brilliant river of light
Her velvet touch
Honey milk kisses
and a voice that dripped
like wet paint
She reminds me of blue
like a bright
sky
One that made you close
your eyes to feel
the sun bath you
with sweat trickling down
the soft edges of
your jawline
She reminds me
of sunflower fields
that swayed lightly
in the cool afternoon of summer
A hint of dew
That seemed to melt
off their petals
She was beautiful
her mind, body and soul
She saw the world
as it was
Like delicately blown glass
filled with dandelion fuzz
and saw dust
She was art so greatly defined
made by satiny
clay
and as years
flew by
she became more defined
with age
and her soul
was a jewel
undescribable
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