Sandman

A Poem by terriblerosey

About a guy...

You walk witty
A sort of stalking gait
Hindering your desire to feel absolutely customary
Yet we all know it’s just those colossal boots
Pulling you taught

Your hair is hirsute
Opal and iridescent and lengthy
Aggressive as a mask of grace
Yet we all know it equivocates to your eye
Preserving such disposition

Your gaze is severe
Nearly fatal design
Cobalt striking bitter frost
Yet we all know it only heightens your finer mellow
Allowing consumption of such forbidden fruit

Your words are melancholy blissful
Strong and soothing and addicting
Stream of desire forever wanders on
Yet we all know that I fail to slumber
To such lullaby doo-wops