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Erik McKee Nov 2018
a big red dog in the sky
baby's breath in the chest of her mother
the uncertain notes of windchimes in the summer  
a glint of silver at the bottom of a wellspring
and an unsolvable mystery
Erik McKee Nov 2018
My eyes are blue
Blue like the sea, or a chlorinated pool in the suburbs  
Or a balloon,
Lost to the sky after escaping
From the small sweaty hands of a kid just departing an amusement park.

Without gradients from green to gray
Lacking for complexity,
Like the scratch
from a dollar-store pack of colored pencils    

But I get compliments
"Such pretty blue eyes you have"
"Like the sky in summer"
"Like blueberries in spring"
"I wish I hadn't my eyes, but yours"  

All of these so well-meaning,
But I disagree
For I love the dark brown of yours
And the hazel glinting coyly in their intensity
The gradient from light to dark mirroring the mosaic of your character

So when we gaze into each-other's eyes
And you say
"Your eyes are so pretty"  
I can't help but laugh

Because to me their simple beauty
Is only made manifest
When reflecting the oaken luxury of yours
Erik McKee Oct 2018
Faces blur
Like radio tower lights fuzzily blinking on the horizon
Flashes of red, orange and green
Fading to the chocolate brown of the night, her eyes in the dimming light.

The words, "I love you" drifting through the swirling dimness,
Her hair playing upon the milky moons of her cheeks
Her eyes flicker and become closer, closer.
Again, closer

My nose taps hers, the cheap wine making me sway to and fro,
The wonderful scent washes over me: Mint and lavender,
Wine on the breath, the tinge of bitter sweetness.
     "I love you"
     "I love you, too"  

Her tied hair falls, like the cherry brown leaves of winter
Onto her freckled neck, her moony face outlined
In the dark chocolate of her hair.  
     "I love you"

I feel the surge of want building in my chest
I sway forward, steadying myself on the soft carpeted floor  
My heart's drumming
A shock of static, when flesh meets flesh

I shudder, as I'm carried into the Fall rain
The frigid cold bites at my nose and lips, numbing them
Her face, blinking merrily, becoming further and further out on the horizon
I fall into bed

The birds are chirping and my head hurts
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