Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Her Eyes

Her eyes
Are as expansive as
The Eastern blue sky,
And they're as alive
As a desert night.
Piercing, like swords of medieval gallants,
My heart's in the balance,
A tightwire that stretches from
Ballast to ballast.
The stakes are my life.
I surrender it gladly.

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