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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
