Meditative, thoughtful.
Kind, generous, loving.
Brown, blue, green.
Soft, hard, tender.
Sweet oozing honey,
mixed with bitter blood.
Calluses from work,
wrinkles from life.
Pain, sorrow, joy,
all waiting to be embraced.
Tall, warm, encompassing.
Humorous, cynical, sarcastic,
smirking with silent laughter.
Reminiscent of those past.
A scent of baking bread.


-_- This would be a nonsensical
description of my ideal...mate?
That's a very...rough...word. x_x

As usual, thanks for reading the poem.
Review if you lurve me, and even if
you don't...