|let me be you
i promise, it won't hurt
i'll climb inside,
i'll be awfully quiet,
i'll observe the world through your eyes
and feel them as my own
why aren't there ever enough words for describing eyes?
they're salty, for one. seasalty, raingloomy, with two dark suns in the middles
and it's such a relief that they're not brown
the hellish brown of melting sand
the seismic passion of all acts of god
but no. your gaze is bluish-grey
it quenches thirst
instead of scorching my heart
it holds an eternal calmness
of giant waves dancing with the skies
wrecking no one's ships
ruining no one's dreams
the distance between you and poetry is hopeless
i leaned too close to steal an eyelash off your chest
i've kept it in my book ever since
to remind me of the true reason why the sky doesn't fall:
you never look at it
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