Reba Poem

always wanted to know
what color she was all over
if she was that dark all over
like deepest, darkest night

so ideal to sleep in, to steep in
to slip into and be lost

I always wanted to be lost
in how dark she is

always desired to get
to the heart of her darkness


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2004
2:39 p.m. 12/may/04