A Pair of Brown Eyes

it comes in rapid progression parting reality with subtle lisps. brown eyes a forest floor of fern ever changing with the seasons (a smile, a smirk) preying hands collapsing across sable skin too soft to wear. desire wanting nothing more than a moment prescribed as birds fly northeast ( a touch as noticeable) just a sidewalk untraveled. saturated by the wishful wisp of morning softness of dew fingertips, thrust of a pulse wanting nothing more than to be inhaled (breath chasing the calm) sensation measuring the lazy waltz of the second hand, time calculating reflections. frozen in the simplest seldom fleeting look (walking while talking) our embrace mimic the trees arm in arm--stride in stride you have become myself. scent of winter chanting a glance mirrored by deflection (welcome the bundle of fire) twisting our words imitating sounds nearby vultures at a feast. carnivores circling our mouths with no purpose wanting to say what we know (speechless sleep) awkward postures resembling Greek gods bathing in spilled nectar. measurement of mathematical equations melding together thoughts through (a passing glimpse)