Within those,
Your,
Brown Eyes
lie
rose-gold stars
like scars
Telling tales of
Seas and wells,
fairly tales and lullaby bells…
Flowing down,
A brown crown
of melodic, sunlit shells
Sparkling, in essence,
and repentance
of a woman
Whom men
like me and man’
more would love
with glove
to kiss afloat
Your lipstick salt
and release a boat
On moonlit shores
bouncing off your pretty toes
Before
Floating away
till midday
Above the waves
Of blues and greys
Within ecstacies of thought
Brought by fantasies of those
Rose-gold lips of yours
On which,
without glitch
I’d gladly overdose
till August fall
Between your claws
And my skin
My chin,
Between your chest
Our unscrupulous souls,
Unhung,
To the pace, of our boat
Floating amongst
Your sunlit face’s
beautifully tongue-graced
Melodic glaze
and noon-lit maze
of sea-green Skylights
As our emotional sins
Find ways
through our caresses
and delicately soft,
misdirected whispers
towards unconditional flights
of unlabeled plights