Friday, April 8, 2016

Her Eyes

Jason Murray

So dark
Her eyes
Iris bleeds 
Into the pupil
The first time 
I saw them
Fell deep into 
Those pools
So deep 
I couldn't climb out
Hair floating 
In a halo 
Around her 
Perfect face
How it snares me
Traps me
Takes me in 
And comforts me
In its hold
Her hands
Small, blunted nails
Touching my face
And I drifted off
Asleep on the floor
Late for work
She simply had
To kiss me
And I thrilled
Lifted deep 
In my soul
Captured, trapped
And Oh!
What a wonderful
May I stay in it 

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