when I look into your brown eyes

two sockets of loose sand
still holding the hue of dusk
the clouds took heed of a comet
rushing across the blazoned sky
in fits of blushed fire.
coarse debris smelling of earth — fossilised —
transfigured into brown stone
this iris is stark and fathomless
hills and valleys reign close, very near the beginning
and the pupil is vast, a vortex to where
I plummet into something known as the soul —

you close your brown eyes
and I feel the sweet passions pour
I have died from lust, seeking only to behold
the way you remind me of the divinity
of the 7 day story —

you close your brown eyes
and I have claimed redemption
reawakened into something more than faith
more than love
more than life.

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