Referring to Me As "Dark Chocolate"

((I HATE when men refer to me as food.  You know...anything that is sweet and brown..(mostly dark) in color.  It's a disturbing turn-off.  Anywho, I was inspired by that/them to write this poem..))


He liked to see it melt, devouring the sight of change
from solid to soft and then to viscous liquid
His tongue would always tingle as he dipped it

It always tasted bitter at the tip of his tongue
like a dark chocolate covered almond
but he found those depths where it spread sweetness

A steamy temptation everywhere he'd want it,
The different affects of the afflictions when he licked it
unfolding its layers and satisfying his addictions
and he could never seem to leave it alone...

...and somehow he always thought it was for him....and him alone

Hazel and Blue

Hey you, child with the hazel blue eyes, I bet you see something beautiful.
Tell me, is it the ocean lit by the sunrise?
Magical right?
I bet we'll never see it
And they say we're not blind.

Some (like me) say they know it all
But the truth of it all is we stand too small and not even the tallest of the tall can outreach us.
But with eyes hazel and blue invisibe things can be seen by you
and sometimes for a little while I wish I had hazel blue eyes too

I bet you hear something we can't
But you won't tell me.  Is it the angel's symphony sung by chant?
I bet we'll never live to hear it sung like that.
Because when we approach, the angel's fly away.

Some say they know it all, but that can't be true
All knowledge lives within the soul of the eyes that are hazel and blue
Knowledge is power and that lone little factor reminds me that each time they blink,
they reveal a new chapter
and each time they sleep, I start over the day after
and this sometimes makes the eyes run away from me.

Tell me, how's the air up there?
In Heaven do they care?
Do you get tossed off to the side like soiled underwear?
Naah, I'm sure they care up there
How many of them look just like you and see things hazel and blue?

Some say they are invincible
Yet we're broken
Some say Intelligent
Yet we're too outspoken

But evertime I try to sneak a peek, the angel's fly away from me.