Aug 2018
paper airplanes
folded into
shimmering glances of
you, your eyes buoyant,
rusty with the dust.
you, your eyes fireflies
—looming, granite fireflies—
folded into
floodlights
glaring, blinding,
blue.
folded into
shimmering glances of
you, your eyes buoyant,
rusty with the dust.
you, your eyes fireflies
—looming, granite fireflies—
folded into
floodlights
glaring, blinding,
blue.
while trying to describe your blue eyes, the first thing I thought of was a paper airplane in a blue sky.
