Summer 2001
Shining in my skin,
And if the lights went dim,
Her eyes would still be beacons
For the other ones to drown in.
If only out of curiosity
She peruses her ferocity
Of thought and passion
That leaves her
Sitting lonely in the dark.
So bright are passioned eyes,
They waken berths of others
Dwelling softly skin to skin,
Breathing in the sharp, melodic blaze
Protruding from her eyes -
It speaks of silences
They never contemplated
And they speak of innocence
From which they're almost jaded,
And even if this fire
Bleeds beneath a shuttered lid,
It is enough in its rough, matterless truth
To waken them wide
With white and shining orbs
Blankened to her,
Opened by her
Shining bravely in the dark.
