The Plunge
by kj
I plummeted for you only to realize,
you fell as well; like my eyes, like your eyes.
Fell onto your curvy form… Fell onto my form…
You were a lot to swallow in one sight.
A shock of close-cropped, oily black hair;
matched by a sharp unwavering stare,
honed by those brown rings in your eyes
that gazed from a fathomless depth
made of milk chocolate that had been
encased in a fine layer of wax…
Yet I feel like a lit candle instead.
& I see no irony here.
Because one look is all it took me to know
that I was going to love you so.
I plan to burn until I pile up & leave a wick at least,
or until I am snuffed out.
Yet I fear my flame can leap.
Should it find your hair
as you look back and perspire.
We will catch fire.
by kj
I plummeted for you only to realize,
you fell as well; like my eyes, like your eyes.
Fell onto your curvy form… Fell onto my form…
You were a lot to swallow in one sight.
A shock of close-cropped, oily black hair;
matched by a sharp unwavering stare,
honed by those brown rings in your eyes
that gazed from a fathomless depth
made of milk chocolate that had been
encased in a fine layer of wax…
Yet I feel like a lit candle instead.
& I see no irony here.
Because one look is all it took me to know
that I was going to love you so.
I plan to burn until I pile up & leave a wick at least,
or until I am snuffed out.
Yet I fear my flame can leap.
Should it find your hair
as you look back and perspire.
We will catch fire.
About kj:
kj likes to write poetry a lot.
kj likes to write poetry a lot.
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