You make me feel effortless.
Just that one, fragile glimmer,
of a hand, slipping from a door,
or the back of a head, drifting amid a sea of
You make me feel effortless,
your smile and dark eyes, hold me
prisoner. I am effortless.
I cannot and will not resist.
I am resigned to captivity in your irises.
For there is where the chocolate flowers bloom,
and the dark, inky black pupil of a sun,
is always shining, with mortal beauty.
I shall swim, chained to the silver fish in your eyes,
my shackles trailing behind me,
their links long since broken.
For the gateways to your soul smell like sunshine,
And I wish to remain here, eternally.