if he looked too closely, her eyes became some
foreign planet with ridges & pits of ice & sun,
strands weaved and torn like they were the threads
of peace & war that drove the formation of worlds.
if he looked too closely, her eyes were kingdoms,
their politics changing with each doubtful tremble,
each incandescent grin.
he knew his eyes were kingdoms too,
and under her scrutiny, he forgot if they were locked
in battle or truce.
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The Next Epoch
Poetrylookee another year of poetry Text copyright © 2017 by _symphonic_