Eyes like
Quarry water
Deep dark
Mysterious
Cheeks like
Cliffs far
Above difficult
To scale
Outcropping lips
Soft like
The insides
Of rose
Petals full
Like succulent
Peaches brushed
With the
Faintest of
Ash drawn
By wisps
Of brush
A jaw
Like trapezoids
Sharp and
Angular and
Hair like
Deep brown
Riverletts cascading
Like waterfalls
Over the
Cliffs and
Into the
Pools of
Your clavicle
How many
Times must
I spy
And remain
Distant like
The sun
To the
Beauty of
The moon
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 