GREEN EYES

Almonds

Green and Gold.

Deep and warm.

Cool and inviting.

On a face that I love to love.

Connected to a self that I fit so well.

With parts.  That are cool and hot, smooth and creamy.

With scent.  That makes me hotter than I knew.  I could do.

In a person.  Who fantasizes with me to new heights and depths.  Of belief and being.

Where there are no boundaries.  When we are together.  And blood boils.  From toes all the way up to the eyes.  (those eyes again)

Where will it lead?  The only shame would be that we behold one another for the last time.

Then I would know death.  Of my passion in ashes.

But yet I live on.  Poorer for the loss.

Yet richer for knowing you.

So in the meantime...

Bring your eyes here.

So I may kiss them. 

Look here with your eyes.

In that way.