Impossible for light to penetrate
Darker than chocolate, lighter than coffee
Roasted cacao
After the sun goes down
The opposite of fair
Tinted or maybe gravy
And my smile?
As pleasant as sugar
Natural as a single grass grown into bushes
My eyes?
As bright as the stars in moonlight
As tender as a mothers’ touch
My mind as strong and liberated as an eagle
As dangerous as the eagle’s hunt
Is that how I shall describe myself
Or shall I leave it up to you?
Better not, because I am beyond description
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