Mars | Anaya Camara | Print Friendly

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.

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.