Weather man by aleet

Feb 2016

There was something about his eyes.
I swear, they contain the skies.
They haunt me.
Clouding my waking hours,
raining on my subconscious,
sunlight streaming through
pale translucence.

For the waiter at Flounder's

#eyes #sun #sky

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