Lena Buarque
May 12 · 1 min read

I like the way your eyes dance
When you see me come in
How the blue in your iris
Flows so languidly, when it
Searches for me
It makes me almost believe
That you think you are equal
To me
But your eyes are as treacherous
As the sirens’ singing
The sorceresses of the deep
From whom the great Odysseus
Barely escaped free
Your eyes change
With the tides of your mood
It is ruled by the wrath
Of the Ocean God
My little raft will only…