Dark Transparencies
His eyes are transparent, a highway to his soul
His lips like a magnet, opposite to mine's pole
His embrace is warm, the heat of a million loves
His hands are wonders, the perfect fit for my heart's gloves
But can I tell him this, that he is what makes my world turn?
Can I figure out just how, how to find the right words?
I guess I'm screwed, he'll just have to open those transparencies
And notice that his magnetism, it's attracting me.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on May 01, 2007.
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