Her Eyes were Blue (a poem)

Her eyes were blue

Irrefutably fair

Dark hair, dark soul, dark words

Dance on the inside of your eyelids while the space around holds

Holds soft, fast, light — the speed of which carries the light from your eyes

To the soft of your thighs, to the height of my cries, in your lap my world dies

Don’t cry

Don’t

Cry

Or do.

Perhaps we’ll cry together.

Salty hurricanes

Whipped by the winds of exacerbation

Tortured by thoughts that will not sleep

Irrevocable intricacies of the irreverent idioms of the self

Call out for me in the darkness of your hair

Scream into that hurricane and see if you can find the blue

Of her eyes

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