Author: Charlotte Meander PM
He's my brother. It's sort of an obligation to feel this way about him.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family - Words: 186 - Published: 12-17-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2874018
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Poem! Tell me what you think!
Of speckled skin and deep ocean eyes,
of tawny tussled hair with no origins,
taken with the phosphorescence of ethereal play,
comes the epicenter of a love so primitive and
natural that there is no question of its
It throbs just as the blood flows through the catacombs
of our bodies,
painting impossible alley ways and city streets
with infinitesimal effort fueled by the
rampant engines of a heart, mind, and soul
The might of a single chain of thought empowers
me to do hideous and glorious things
all in the name of a foreign word that
used to be poison on my tongue and
"Brother" they call you and I think that you
are so much more in your obsidian views
of life, your naivety that the world is so
much more unforgiving than it really is.
Of single words and rolling of eyes,
of impartial dignitaries that mean nothing to
a purely innocent, affable mind.
Of a soul that sees into mine so true.
If you're wondering, I DO have a brother.