Her beauty,
The way that the coils and curls drop from her sandy scalp
sunkissed eyes scan all horizons around
Caramel colored skin meets her tomato red cheeks
seemingly getting deeper only for me
angry with happiness engulfs their feelings
her lips perfectly painted
silky skin that melts like butter on mine
Her hips remind me of the palm trees on a windy day
Swaying back and forth
Back and forth
I am thankful for everything that her momma gave her
I mean all of it
The feeling I get when my eyes touch hers
And our hearts intertwine
I am thankful for her beauty
Meant to forever be treasured
The extra boom my heart makes for just her
Completes me from day to day
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Shanai Smith
Just someone who likes to turn feelings into words.
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
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This is so beautiful
I also have some poetry that you might like. My favorites are "Unrequited", "Man's Nature", and "Beneath The Trees". I really think that you would like them.
"sunkissed eyes scan all horizons around" Yes! You have beautiful imagery. Keep writing. Would love to see more.
Awesome poem. This was excellent! &:^)