Eyes having a deep shade of brown
Like cocoa with petals of Black dahlia
And God help me if I let out my thought—
That maybe drowning won't hurt now

His voice resembles gravels of dark coal
Coated with silver, diamonds embedded
And God forgive me if I lie about the idea—
That maybe noise was a beautiful thing

Hair having lustre of a black ribbon
Ever strand a definition of silk and soft
And God punish me if I don't agree—
That maybe getting tangled is peaceful

His smile is like arch unlocking a realm
Where all I detect is warm and vulnerable
And God bless me if I stare and think—
That maybe finding a home was a thing