thoughts upon getting lost in my girlfriend's eyes

thoughts upon getting lost in my girlfriend's eyes

 

in her dimpled irises

i notice a sundrop

frozen like an amber

drop of dew on

a blade of grass.

in her pitch black pupils i see

my own mortality,

but i am unafraid—

rather, i feel as if time

has numbed

the shimmering black

of such a styx

to a wintry crawl

and death is the snow

brushed away

by our silhouettes

making angels

out of the riverbank frost.

her eyes are a million shades

of an august field lingering

with the evanescent warmth

of july’s lament.

they are lined with gold

like the gilded leaves

of an ineluctable autumn.

they are the constellations

that have yet to be named

and the gods that have yet

to be worshipped

and the poetry

that i could never write.

 

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Edit: Incorporated suggestions from you brilliant people, will change title in a future draft