With my brown eyes, I saw you there.
I called out, “Hey!”—no name, just a flare.
I touched my lips and blew you a kiss.
Tasting bbq ribs, from my lunch before this.
You smelt of ocean, gazing into my eyes.
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A.Angelina
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BBQ and ocean smells - nice combination. :) Good poem!