Passage
(a sonnet)
Your hazel eyes were upon mine, like a
layer of icing upon a sweet cake
with specks of brown and chocolate sprinkles
you sent and scattered upon my soul, so
as your stare flew right past the thin film of
my cornea and fell deep down my red
scalded throat, my chest, they scurried into
the dark confines of my four-chambered heart

but to what, for what, I do not know how
or if we had danced to some fleeting song
or if we had merely passed each other
like strangers on some busy street – amongst
two million eyes and ten billion
specks, sprinkles, yours were only two on mine.

re: Passage
They came like bats in
the air, flying from the
dark cave of your
looming mouth, open monsters
coming to devour me,
my very existence,
as I stood still in hope
that these bats would
turn into doves of peace
between daggers
hooked deep into my
heavy chest,
burnt heart
and the pink flamingoes that
danced their ways through
your wet eyelashes.