Eyes
The color of my birthstone,
Sagittarius
Tint sometimes varies, shade sometime various
Pools of caramel
Round like para sails
Starin’ hypnotized like rides on carousels
Windows to her soul are bronze and goldenrod
Eyes are honest no mirage or some facade
Half closed when she smiles
Matches how she styles
Tears of joy looks like sunset on the Nile
Damn it’s wild
Even in Shades, she amazes
The hue is like maize, a dusty haze with grays
Like adobe clay set ablaze in Santa Fe
Dances like Ballets,
Sun ray bouquets
Like a cinnamon soufflé
Little sprays of beige
It’s hard to paraphrase what her gaze conveys
I could stare at them for days…
The only thing I regret?
She hasn’t used those eyes to look at me yet 🙁

















