Your image
Makes love to my eyes,
Like you leapt
Into my pupils,
And you swim
Naked in my iris
And then you come up
Dry and wrap yourself
In my sclera;
Teasing my retina
Irritating my fovea
Red tendrils of my macula,
As you sit on the sill
Of the windows
To my soul,
Dangling your legs
Taking a bite out of
The apple of my eye
Piercing my cornea,
This beautiful
Haunting image
Of you searing
Straight through
My hyaloid canal;
Forever you are
Burned onto my
Optic disc,
From which
I'll rewind forever
Laughing through
The aqueous humour,
You are quite a sight...

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