Your green eyes
look teal,
and the water
is rushing.
I think
it might be
the reflection of ocean
or maybe
it's the tears
that I know
you keep welled up
in those dark jungles of vision.
I knew you kept tigers,
but they always seemed tame.
I thought
they were caged.
I thought
they were leashed.
I thought you told me
everything was
okay.
Did I open the doors?
Did I open the doors?