Green Eyes
Beneath the olive green
Lies the most woefully enticing amber.
The green takes over,
Like infectious weeds
On our amber waves of grain.
The amber is forever there
But powerfully taken over.
Your gaze; normally casual
And sweet with a bit of curiosity.
Now it’s hit the road to a completely
to a different realm of understanding.
What once was,
Now is completely upturned.
You think it isn’t clear to others,
You think we can’t see the green.
But we do.
We see it in the way
You look at him, and her
And how he looks and her
And she at him.
We see it in the way
That your green assets flow
From your pocket
With no consequences
Or consciousness.
You sound green when you talk
The words come out
Like dandelions,
Taking the place of daises.
You think it sounds like roses
But you’re lucky its as pretty
As a dandelion.
It smells sour and used.
You don’t want to smell the way you feel
But it comes out that way.
It smells like a beating
That has festered into bruises.
Bruises so bad and so many
That they have turned green
From black and blue.
Beneath your green eyes
Lies something beautiful.
You don’t remember it sometimes.
It’s hard to anymore.
The amber eyes still see
And they still are part of a body
That can feel and love
And leave.
But for now
There’s only your green eyes.
