Pretty Eyes
He tells me I have
Pretty eyes,
That he likes the color;
They are blue-green...
I wonder if he likes them
Because they are so
Unusual to him-
His are the eyes of
Un guate- coffee-black;
Is it a novelty
To look into the face
Of a blue-eyed gringa?
But maybe the color
Reminds him of home-
Could the blue-green
Make him think of
The Carribean sea?
Does the way they
Catch the light
Remind him of sunshine
Dancing on the crests
Of waves as they break?
But his body is the dusky
Hue of a Caribbean sunset,
So if my eyes shine like
The sea as it meets the sun
Every time I look at him,
It is only because my soul
Is saturated with the warmth
Of his colors...
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