I Can’t Remember

I can’t remember anyone I’ve ever seen at a public pool

With such a memorable body

Good or bad

That I think about it ever again

I’ve never been enamored

By an attractive person in a bar or at an airport

Enough for them to grab my attention

More than just the once

I’ve never thought if that woman’s jeans

Are a bigger size than they were last year

I’ve never sat at a table at a party

And repeated a story

About the way someone’s arms looked in their tank top

Or which notch someone had on their belt

When I saw them last

When I talk about my friends

Sometimes I will bother to note

That they are beautiful

Yes but I will list the things that make them that way

That they’re thoughtful and funny

Kind and caring

Strange and lovely

Not that their frame is small

Or their clothes are expensive

Because it is one thing

To want to be looked at and another to want to be known

I cannot wait for you to meet her

She’s in such good shape

Doesn’t roll off the tongue like

I cannot wait for you to meet her

She’s so nice and funny 

You are going to love her

Some things are here to stay

And some things are bound to go

And I promise you from the deepest part of my soul

You’ll be remembered for the way that you are

Not the way that you look

Brown Eyes

Brown eyes

Brown and bold 

Yet rich and deep

Stood these eyes

Unloved and free 

The most beautiful eyes of all

With a color so full and pure

But what many know

When shown in light, these eyes,

Are a sight

With various shades

Are the browns to crave

Romantic and stunning with the power

They hold, is a secret to be told

Do not ever underestimate brown eyes 

For they can bring you down to your knees

With their strength beneath.