As I look through the digital picture
I gaze at the deep dark brown eyes as if they were the spotlight;
His voice a melody I will always mistake with perfect
His face structure strong, cut and narrow;
Eyebrows thick as a brush that grow in line perfectly
Though everything about him isn't perfect, he thrives in every way plausible;
His arms have veins wanting to pull from his it's bones as if reaching for something it wants;
His eyes talk yet his mouth is speechless
His body language calling my name but quietly whispering the knowledge of me;
At the peak of the night, I call to Mars begging for me to see him again... in person.
Mars
Anaya Camara
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/07/2020
Poet's note: I wrote this poem in the dark of the morning about someone that I had an interest in. I wanted to express the way the person is but still revealing little because of how strange the person was. This poem means a lot to me, I think it's one of my best poems simply because it all came from deep down. I think it's pure and fresh of new love or new interests.
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Poem topics: dark, night, voice, deep, person, digital, brown, mistake, structure, strong, narrow, knowledge, face, mouth, picture, language, talk, peak, gaze, body, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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