"jellylike" poems
Before her, I was
South-facing as a loose tooth plucked from sore gums.
There is a affinity shared with her
In this gloomy hair, like graphite
Fingerprints anointed on my featureless cranium; and how
Before me, she was
Broken as the noon's fever. Her boyish hips fanning out,
Abdicating space for my anemone palms
To measure their wingspan.
Jellylike expectancy
Suspends us in a flood of adrenaline.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
I'd like to tell you
the story of the eyes
that changed my world.
It wasn't hazel but instead
it was sunken bloodshot eyes.
His eyes were heavy-lidded and
fringed with incredibly long lashes.
It was deep and empty yet
it was penetrating my soul.
Invitingly mysterious and all
I could think of the first time
I laid my eyes on it,
I was love-struck.
It was restless yet it
makes me breathless.
Allured by a round burning
brown-eyed.
I for sure was bewitched by
his unusual ***** of sight.
I was lost in a hollow
passage of his soul.
The colors that are painted
beneath his eyelids was full of
sorrows and chaos.
They are beautiful but
it was cold and dark in it.
It carries his heart and
draws everything in it.
It captures all that I am
and makes me see things
some can't.
A hurricane in his eyes yet
it laid my nerves calm.
A very familiar and miraculous
jellylike pair in a bony orbit.
It harbor the lonely skies,
enigmatic as the universe
itself.
His eyes were unconquerable.
You get lost and you get found.
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 10:30 PM UTC