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 the Author

K.J. Hays

Kenneth “K.J.” Hays is a somewhat accomplished writer despite his lack of exposure to any sort of formalized writing program. He has been published in: Bareback Magazine, Viral Cat, New Hampshire Writers, andtheniknew.blogspot.com, writersdailyworkshop.blogspot.com, & flask & pen. He is friendly…if you give him soda, he is a model citizen.