Death is a dark liquor in an ornate wine glass;
But can it intoxicate me
any better than a
paper cup of
Jack Daniels?
I think I'll drink milk...
it does a body good.
For Keith
Looked into your eyes for the first time,
those pale blue eyes looking down into mine
for the first time.
lips touched for the first time,
soft gentle lips, surprise in those pale blue eyes.
Months later thinking back to that night.
many times you've asked me what i saw in you,
all i could say, 'something in your eyes.'
for the first time i find words to describe it.
I saw the rest of my life in those blue eyes.
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