Her eyes were fiery While her lips peeled away Her sun was setting But her colors never fade When she bites she is bitter But when she smiles she is sweet Like a nectarine emblem She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
Somewhere on a seasonal eve, when you've swept me into an aging pile of the forgotten fall I hope you remember to never forget my true colors, one and all
Hers are carmel and sun Bright and warm A smooth rich chocolate Coffee beans and earth Yours are something else Warm and earthy and comforting With sage and honey Rings of coffee stains and pools of sunlight I could look into them for hours If only you'd let me...