HerA Poem by John ByrdA touch of her lips is
like a cold drink of water after a 5 mile run. Her hips are like the
start of where the flower blossoms. The start of beauty. I yearn for her touch
like an addict yearns for their drug. She is my drug and she
makes me go insane. My motor skills aren’t
keen when she’s in my system. Too much dopamine
pumping in my nerves. She doesn’t have a
clue what she does to me. Oblivious to the
obvious. Blind to what is seen. You can flip that. Her eyes are like
seeing the stars at night from a country town. Abnormal iris The irony. After not kissing her
for a while Her lips remind me of
your favorite dessert that you left in the freezer for a month. It tastes better than
it would have if you ate it all at once. This dessert does not
run out. It’s free. She gives you a
feeling similar to going to a family reunion in the park. It’s been forever but
nothing has changed. That same joyous
feeling of always being able to come back to love. Most don’t get to
experience how she feels. Search and destroy. Occasionally she may
play Call of Duty with you. But that’s beside the
point. Once she touches you
there is no escape She has all of your
attention and you can’t help it. Your body is captive
to her and you’re fine with that. Crazy part is that she
has no idea how extraordinary she is. She’s that most
beautiful girl out of any crowd. She stands out and
people look up to her. I look up to her and
admire how she carries herself. © 2014 John ByrdReviews
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Added on August 15, 2014Last Updated on August 17, 2014 Tags: Love AuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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