A Date With Destiny

Ice light blue eyes Colored in like out of line crayons Deep And Penatrating Like the stare from your mother at 1:00 When your breath smells like your grandpa's coffee Lips like candy Unwrapped Child like Tongue licked clean Hair like oil painted pastels In The autumn sun Like the curves of a women Tucked away in your imagination Her Smell is a simmered crf flavors Ingulfing the senses Enriching the scattered ideas Deep inside of A brain I yell out who are you? But my eyes are still to heavy to open.... Brian Patrick Merrick