THE START

I stare at them
Those pitch black eyes
Darting to mine and back
Eyebrows dance queerly
With springy smiles to the core
Well, does it sound feeble?
Wobbly knees rooting you deep
Skimming heart so deafening
Queasy butterflies on the churn
How I wish they weren’t illusory.
I gaze at them, eyes.
Scintillating as it always is.
Zippy laughter
From cherry to crimson
I peek at your end.
The beginning.
The breathtaking.
Your eyes.

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In the soaring sky I searched for an ember of life.

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