Him
His eyes- changing from brown to green
Possessing me
Behind the sheild of nothingness
Is a world of thoughts and hopes and dreams
His mouth- Bold upon his face
Slipt by winter
But healed again
They are the color of dried blood
On the blade of a knife
His face- brushed by the color of a desert followed
By a soft rain
A seamless color
Flowing from one shade to the next
His hair- a mass of gold, brown, and black
Always perfect
Never can a hair be out of place
It is the enchanter of my heart
His voice- deep and resounding
Like a church tower bell
Each sound it its own person
Everything in my mind
Goes black when he sings
I love him but
Dare not say his name