Him

Touched by the moonbeams
That dance through the night.
Countless diamonds refelct blue,
Outshining the moon, if seen just right.

Dark, sandy hair
lays twisted and flat.
Such beautiful locks
Untouched by a hat.

Feeling the sun burn me
From the inside out,
lops so perfectly drawn
mad for the puppy dog pout.

~Originally written 3-24-2008~