I Can't Tell You What He Looked Like
MAURICE MURRELL
(cover model for Flesh to Flesh)
He came to me in a dream, chocolate light-skinned
Green, brown-eyed, his body thick and thin
His behind was flat and bubbly, his hair was shaved
and long, his legs stopped but never with an end
I can't tell you what he looked like,
but I can describe him perfectly
He was my man, the man of my dreams;
he was a reflection of me
I can't tell you the color of his eyes, all I can tell you
is they burned my soul
I can't tell you if his touch was rough or smooth, but it
turned all the necessary areas hot and cold.
I can't tell you the thickness of his lips, just that his kiss
filled with passion
And, I can't tell you what his hair was like,
all I know was he was my bald Samson
I can't tell you if he was tall or short, only that he could
look me in the eye
I can't tell you if he was thick or thin, but laying on me
was subliminally sublime
I can't tell you if his skin tone, reflected the night
or the day
All I know is, it was the perfect shade to my own tone,
every time we would play
I can't tell you if his teeth were crooked or even if they
were straight
All I can tell you is his smile was the first thing I saw
when I fell asleep, or the first thing
when I would awake.
I can't tell you if his style of clothes was expensive or
even cheap
Because all I wanted to do was take those clothes off
and lay them next to the fireplace in a heap.
I can't tell you if his smell was either pungent,
masculine or feminine sweet
All I know is it was intoxicating, one whiff
and I was forever knocked off my feet.
I can't tell you if he liked to go out all the time
or liked to stay at home
All I know was whatever we did was fun;
with him I was never alone.
I can't tell you what he looked like,
but I can describe him perfectly
He was the man of my dreams,
you couldn't label him aesthetically
I can't tell you all those things that most people
first list
But on my man, and my only man, my dream,
my virgin, my first kiss
He was my everything; I was his --
that was never misunderstood
I can't tell you what he looked like.
I wouldn't even try if I could.
He never had a label, he was here for my soul and I
He couldn't tell you either what I looked like,
but for me he would die
I was his everything, he was mine, we were him,
he was I
And we don't even know what each other even
looks like, 'cause love has us blind.
Blind to the superficialness, blind to the shallowness
of it all
See 'cause when I close my eyes I see him,
in his reflection I can recall
See I can't tell you what he looked like,
but I can tell you this
He was mine, he was mine; never ever a love like this
I can't tell you what he looks like,
neither can he describe me
But we will be written in history
as blind lovers forever to be...
"Dream with no limit; they're yours to make
any way you want."
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With a bachelors in marketing, never did Maurice Murrell think he would be a model (Clik Magazine, JMT, Time, etc), actor (Finding Me, Ski-Trip series, B-Boy Blues), or dancer (hip-hop, street jazz), and now never did he think he would be a published writer. While being a guest writer for magazines and winning poetry nights, this will be Maurice's first work ever published in an anthology. "Writing has always helped me express the way I feel about love, life, and perseverance. It's a way for people to connect with you; they can't judge you with their eyes, but with their thoughts, hearts, and souls." Visit www.mauricemurrell.com for more information on Maurice. © 2008 edited by Lee Hayes
I Can't Tell You What He Looked Like -- a poem © 2007 Maurice Murrell
--This text refers to the
Mass Market Paperback
edition.
