Crayola

This is my lady's favorite one.  I haven't read it since I wrote it.  I could be so romantic.   She gave me the crayon as a topic for a poem

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Crayola

(Summer 2011)

If I had a colored crayon

To draw a picture

Of the most beautiful girl in the land

I would place it in my heart and

in my hand.

For her hair,

Be it most fair

I shall use a brown and a yellow.

Peach for her stomach

I use as a pillow.

It’s blue that I drew

To paint the dress

Precipitously dangling

From her brown freckled neck.

Lips pink as hibiscus

I vociferously peck.

The freckles I mentioned

Strewn like mahogany stars

All the way down to her knee

Her carnation scar.

Grey her busy eyes

Tiny cloud wrinkled skies

Red, rosy cheeks

Like ketchup on your fries.

A baiting smile

Teeth so ivory white

Like a crescent moon

Broken in the night.

In the faint incandescent dim

Of the bar we sat

Chocolate brown bellows

From the black Guinness tap.

Her cardinal tongue exposed

of the froth, she playfully laps.

For all the colors that she shows

She has an iridescent glow

Crayola cannot rightfully know.