Your Eyes

Your eyes

Specks of cinnamon
swirl like leaves
in a whirlpool,
hypnotizing me;
a love slave
catering to your lust.

I drown in pupils
so black that night
weeps starlight.
Your eyes are the
palette that love
draws colors from.

And I am the canvas
that love paints upon,
the ebony of night,
the ochre of day.
I weep when I see love
reflected in your eyes.

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I've decided to write a cheesy poem a day to honor February...the month of Fever.