Blue eyes

Lost fox
Lost fox
Nov 3 · 1 min read
Photo by Sam Truong Dan on Unsplash

Between those blue eyes, I want to live,
and barefoot travel, through your geography.
Walking slowly, I will draw a map,
and make some shortcuts, to my favorites sites.

I’ll land, on one of your ears;
whispering my secrets, my dreams and my fears.
I’ll pass my fingers all over your hair,
and use it as a shelter, every time I feel scared.

Oh those blue eyes, infinite skies,
frozen glaciers, my two sapphires.
They will be my compass, when I feel lost,
when the world is cruel and the luck is tossed.

Whenever I feel a lack of mill,
I’ll climb your nose, and sit-down to think.
I’ll lay down, between your nose and lips;
that’s the perfect spot, where I can rest my hips.

At night I’ll be seduce by your mouth,
I’ll taste you, savor you, and fall inside.
I’ll drown in your words, your tender voice;
and in ecstasy and seduction I’ll rejoice.

Those blue eyes, with a touch of gray,
I’ll follow your path, I’ll follow your gaze
Even if I go somewhere else, I’d come back to you;
by how your blue eyes, whipped me through.

Sometimes designer, sometimes poet. Human most of the time.

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