my perfect slice of heaven;
you are.
gold trimmings frame a burnt
iris, like golden syrup refracting
in the sun.
you're heavenly, you know.
the god's themselves acclaimed
with such a fervor upon catching
a glimpse at your soul-full eyes.
i can see the world in them sometimes,
as light as the atmosphere itself,
when you look at me. Other times,
they reflect the sun, in all its fiery
temperament.
no matter the stare, i admire them
just the same. the same golden hue,
perfection; just like you.
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Blackberry Thistles ✓
Poetrypoems as delicate as the fruit itself, and as thought-provoking as the sour aftertaste. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Kate H. > third place winner of the gem-mers awards poetry section 2020
