I captured you with ropes from my micah shards of eyes. You glittered your changing sunlight in their surface,
black like the exhaust streaked on the snow.
They are opaque, my teary planes of eyes, black and ruthless with meaning.
Black like bones in the fire.
I hide them, if I can, behind shaded glasses. At night it doesn't matter,
my eyes eat the crackling light of the streetlamps, the velvet rubbed off by the moon;
they slowly despoil the world of secrets.
And you are lined with neon, girl of the night,
my skin crawls as I watch you fluoresce.
Your breasts swell with dirty radiation. Your curves are struck from the plasma of a star.
You are white and cream and brown, like the milk of poppies,
like the sparkling facets, too small to see, that twinkle in my eyes.
I really like this - every line smacks you over the head with more imagery.
ReplyDeleteThank you sir. I was on hiatus for a while due to overstress at work. I'm back and I should be able to keep up with everything, and hopefully become emotionally reinvested in the dissemination of my poetry, rather than just compulsively writing and stuffing it in a drawer.
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