Poem of the Day: 30 May 2005

Her eyes looked like stained glass in a window,
many different shades, then
blended together.
Her skin was as silky as a butterfly’s.
She had sat in the sun
earlier that day and
had become tan,
Her long fingernails had
collected
dirt and were as gross as
a dog’s drool.
Her hair, it seemed, had not been washed
for weeks
It looked as greasy as fast food
The diamond I gave her when she said yes is as shiny as a diamond.