Friday, April 1, 2011

Black

Her hair
The color of
Obsidian
Her eyes
The color of ice
That melt the core
Of the earth
Her fingers
Caress the words
Of Poe
And I long
To delve into
Her mind
Her soul
Her being.

1 comment:

  1. lovely,

    share your poetry with us starting Sunday, 8pm, American central..

    we are open until Wednesday, 8pm..

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