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It's All in the Eyes

Sincere Soul-Window Scribbles

My maverick memory has marked

Many sets of eyes


Eyes I've missed for long enough that I only remember them as blue

And oft resignedly forlorn


Eyes like roasted chestnuts

Warm and laughing until a flame dies

Only green when glazed over with sleep

And in rage and other passions, red-black

Flint-hard and coal-hot


Eyes like the North Pacific

Diluted with winter

Deep and simple, open and shielded

The smallest windows with frosted glass


Huge, dark, rich, wet puppy-dog eyes

Eyes that can hide nothing

And wouldn't want to

Brimming with compassion

Overladen, overwhelming

Glistening chocolate spheres

Melt me with your empathy


Eyes like warm, clear tropical waters

Magical liquid light-eating shapeshifters

Comforting, compelling—idealized

There are new traps in these seabeds 

Earnest, grinning, troubled, composed


For many virtues have I liked many gazes

And learned, though not enough,

From the impenetrable holes in cherished faces

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