Robust Mahogany Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Robust Mahogany



You caught me with your eyes.
An ocean of mahogany floating about,
Held tight by an well that's yet to spring.
Lucid and lush.
I gasped for air the moment they spoke what my lips could not.
Robust, they, the depth of their reflection.
If I could I'd drink from them each morning to start my day.
There, From the mahogany wells of your eyes

Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: eyes,for her,infatuation
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Kewayne Wadley

Kewayne Wadley

Groton, Connecticutt
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