My AngelA Poem by John ByrdI see you and my day
gets better. You speak and all I
hear are beautiful melodies. When you smile I have
to sit down. A smile so bright, my
legs lose their ability to stand. As if my legs are my
eyes. Blinding and
crippling. This has never
happened before. You have to be
supernatural. Majestic, Amazing,
Miraculous. You hold yourself so
well. Perfect posture. Calm and collected. Can I hold you
instead? Rubbing my fingers
through your hair would be like Peter Pan flying. It only happens in a
fairy tale. That would be enough
for me. I don’t know how to
handle myself around you. I stutter and I sweat. Never knowing the
right thing to say To keep your
attention. Your eyes stun me as
if you are Medusa. I am your stone
statue. Eyes more beautiful
than the Constellations. Shinier than the North
Star. Are you the star I
need to follow? Your body speaks for
itself. Everything configured
in perfect moderation. Then you have the
lips. Supple and good for
me. I have never tasted
anything so indescribably good. Kiss of death. Kiss me to death.
© 2014 John ByrdReviews
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StatsAuthorJohn 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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