Deliciously Malicious

oh how I love that fiery fire your iris eyes, alive with ire enuf to snuff an angel choir those put-out pupils glaring with rage to age the staring such change in colors when irate whene’er the air’s just shy of hate from green, to hues of blues or slate you warm, with exclamations my hot-thought fascinations soft anger brings your blood alive a queen bee, seething in her hive the one crazed gaze I long to dive and swim it’s brimming power midst glares with daring, dour I just adore your smile, ‘tis true but how your ogle boggles, too so dear, is each last leer from you through all your fiercest fashions your zest is dressed for passions folks may not understand just why I’m shook, each look, your evil eye I don’t quite have the heart to try to tell them what they’re missing with each dire glance, dismissing … that fire they could be kissing. * This is a rhyme form I created called “Cinqopet”, (pronounced “sing-ko-pay”) - I hope you enjoyed it. * ~ Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 8, 2023