Looking over the balcony,
Past the trees,
Over the hills,
And beyond the horizon,
Lays the glow of your eyes.
A depth only comparable to the abyss of infinity.
Promising a trust in me,
Allowing a faith in you
And a warmth so comforting I dare not look away in fear that when my view return all that stares back at me is anatomy.
But, oh, there is so much more
Pupils of ebony,
Iris’ of amber,
Framed by lashes soft as feathers.
And as they graze across my cheek when you kiss me with your lips of silk,
My heart hiccups, my breath taken away for that solitary moment when our energies transfer.
And it’s hard to imagine but I see both the passionate sun and the adoring moon in your eyes as they gaze into the vulnerability of me,
Of my eyes,
Their living jade.

07/07/2006

Posted on 07/08/2006
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