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Oct 2015
The sun says its farewell
To the noisy skyline
As I see your eyes
With the moon,

**** her eyes.
All I can think of
As soft folk music
Covers the wall
With its most comfortable tone.

She asks me,
" What you want to do?"
I was forced
To look at my watch
To make sure your eyes
Didn't just stop time.

"Lets go to sleep."

As the lights
Drawl to a close
Around the house
And the sound
Of our breathing
Is the loudest kind of music
Being played.
My eyes quickly adjust.
And,
Well,
There you were,
And you were looking at me,
Like we had night vision
And could see all of our thoughts
Playing charades
In my irises.

"Good lord."

I mutter quietly,
You crank me open
With your eyes lighting up
To see the rest
Of your face a little clearer.
I ask could you sit up for me.
You looked Confused,
I respond with

",I just want to sit and look at you."  
"What do you see?"

Oddly, the hardest question to answer
Because it is so complicated,
I pop my mental knuckles
As I try to interpret
The masterpiece you are.

" Well miss,
I see the places
We will get lost in,
From jungles
In South America,
To desserts In Africa
We will always make dumb mistakes
And we will laugh about them.
I see what it looks like
When Saturn slow dances
With its rings,
Gentle and peaceful
Yet drifting
Through the unknown.
So when I look
Into your eyes,
I see my sorrows of tomorrow
Being laid to asleep
By your invisible super hero cape,
Because you are my hero.
You will save me
From any tree I'm stuck in
And I'll save you
When you find your kryptonite.
So to sum it up,
When I look at you,
I think that
Everything is okay now."
Jason Cirkovic
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Jason Cirkovic  27/M/Colorado
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