My conscious too loud,
So I shut my eyes.
In a lighted room
I’ll see a kaleidoscope of colored patterns,
Open them,
I’ll see one again,
Only though
Your gorgeous green eyes
The green eyes
That bleed out the truth
Your voice tries
So hard to
Keep bandaged up.
I need a double take,
Into the ruffled layers
That surround
Your pupils,
Like wind whooshing through
Hydrated tall grasses.
Your pupils
That once again
Are too dilated
For this lighted room.
She said
You’re eyes are addicting,
Like the release you had
one time.
What’s it like being
Caged?
I think this for me
Not her,
I wrote it as her,
Not me.
...and she wouldn’t know...
she’s never been free.
