Cotton eyes
wrapped in cellophane
navigating the scribbles of my mind.
Your eyes...
Dissonance and harmony
spin wildly between us
sparring
dancing in vulnerable, candid navigations
that hungrily explore
and map the other’s symmetries...
Eyes, drinking
an alcoholic stimuli
the potency reiterated
by obeyingly parted lips moistened
where the eyes inevitably and slavishly fall.
Candy eyes.
Puffy. Creamy. Spilling out, over me.
I spill back at them
in a sweet out-of-focus haze.
We then close our eyes
and our hearts bloom,
intertwind...
a lingering image of cotton eyes
burning hot in imaginings...
Eyes.
Serenade with colors
deep, dark-set.
Cotton eyes.
inspiration and much aid derived from:
Virtual Muse #19: Eyes by lavender shadows





xx Cheryl

Susan
(you have earned the last word!)
an impressed AP daughter 
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