Brown hair
Wild like a free horse’s mane
And long, kissing the boy’s
Shoulders with its
Unruly
Tangled
Mouth.
Brown eyes
Shining and brimming
With life
As only a 29-year-old
With a voice
As clear and cool and
Tender
As his
Can know.
Brown skin
Rare
The color of sweet coffee,
The same shade
As a newborn fawn’s
Baby-fuzz.
A reminder of who
He is, and where
He comes from.
Sarah... What would I do without you? =)
ReplyDeleteI read this Tuesday night, when ya told me about it!