Ivy Eyes


You say your eyes are blue but I am lost in a forest of ivy green

one that holds the aftermath of a heavy downpour –

velvety darkness, sheets of fog, and distant, gentle echoes of rain.

A familiar smell rests upon your skin –

but not for a long period of time, it fades.

A second or two of what feels like home, all in one smell

the basement of your childhood home.

I press my face into the back of your head –

laying behind you, bodies melting into one.

A hard day’s work, Tuesday morning’s mousse –

chocolate hair, disheveled; my weakness.

Your teeth –

they align like the yellow lines of a road, parallel.

A small gap, you shy away –

lips press together, tiny crater on your left cheek.

Your laugh travels the air, hummingbird, paper wings –

Small vibrations, the threads of my heart weave tight.

Broken pieces no more, you heal me.

Two souls burning, addiction, pain –

two souls burning, softening, truth.

My love, you shine bright, golden.

You are the embers, you are the crazy –

the kind of crazy that makes me want to abandon everything I know and fall into you; into us.

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