Green eyes.

In those crystalline green eyes I don’t always feel butterflies.
But in his tall, dark, and strong I don’t always feel so wrong.
In his cool and calm seas I don’t feel so tossed in my own stormy deeps.
Being on tip toes to be welcomed into a bearded kiss, reminds me to forget that something is amiss–
That he isn’t the forever that I seek…but those green eyes make it impossible to think.
Stretched out skin cut into moonlit shards cover up any festering scars.
Star pocked sky, dead of night, grassy hillside, so alive.
I’ll take the shivers over a stolen t-shirt. I’ll take lust over hurt.
I’ll take green eyes and fingers intertwined with mine, under star drenched, all-knowing skies.


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