Lose Myself

Lose Myself
by Joshua Bryant Cole

There is a place where I lose myself... Your hair: a cascading wave of shimmering black, framing your face and rolling down your back. Your eyes: shimmering pools, both dark and bright, exuding patience and care, never spite. Your cheeks: smooth and soft, serving as pillars to hold your eyes aloft. Your lips: able to contort into a tender smile, or into a kiss, so versatile. Your mind: a tool so keen, honed sharp for someone only sixteen. Your voice: a music to my ears, a melodious sound to remember all my years. A place that is yourself.