The brown eyes of everywhere.
by @aheartmovingoutwards
Light the funeral pyre.
The fleeting fire of desire
will never keep you higher
than a space devoid of bullshit,
or the clever whiff of wit.
(whether or not I deserve it)
I looked you in the eyes; I shook.
The embarrassing strength it took.
The longing I have for you
is asymmetrically split in two.
A love for the rendezvous,
but a run from the morning dew.
That's you.
But realistically,
I'll be me.
And to be free,
I'm finally happy.
And she's out there-
a heart of care,
soft, translucent hair,
some lacy underwear,
a smile to defeat despair.
Every time I doubt,
I see you there.
And then you're everywhere.
You're my sturdy, wooden chair,
and the cowlick in my hair.
And to be fair,
I've got some pretty sweet underwear.
But damn, when you’re there,
you're there.
And for me,
you're everywhere.