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eyes of the orient
* for Lily C *
~ oh mercy ~
amazing eye whites
perfect and pure as glacial ice -
they draw me in
like diving into a clear Caribbean lagoon
fluid and calm ...
brown iris so dark in contrast
that they're lost in the inky black of pupil
but striped here-and-there with gold flashes that
shear the dark, like streaks of
yellow orchid on the back of a jaguar -
residue left from a jungle pursuit, perhaps ...
~ fast - bright - dazzling ~
the softness of the
single lid, so warm, like the
plush of a blanket ...
as oriental as the cap of snow that
winks its way over the slopes of Fuji in Autumn ...
at their supple edges, the most
delicate and diaphanous of lashes
wispy black feathers
that flutter like the wings
of a lunar moth
drawn to the warm blue light of
the moon ...
~ rare - slender - gossamer ~
all that frames them:
lashes that quicken the
thrum of a heart with each batting
and frame the most enigmatic and mysterious
objects that a gentle, beautiful face
could ever hope to brighten -
coy and abashed ...
porcelain skin
soft as the breath of a hummingbird
painted by the hand of
sublime Creation - an opalescence as
flawless as the giggle of a child
and as divine as lotus blooms skipping on
a spring mistral ...
~ lithe - lustrous - seductive ~
hair blacker than the void
with a hint of blue lustre found so
rarely in nature -
perhaps in the mane of an Arabian stallion
or the iridescent skin of an Ethiopian -
misty and tenebrous ...
with a shine and depth almost magical
and a texture that invites the
digits to explore its depths and lengths
parting the bangs
gently raking through to the
back of the head
sweeping to bare shoulders
sifting down the back
and farther ...
~ smooth - contoured - electric ~
so long and straight and sinuous
flowing like a waterfall of
inky dark silk
liquid tresses splashing playfully off the
curve of the back
accentuating those limpid surfaces -
molten and libidinous ...
I have dreamed you a thousand times …
and a thousand more
I have imagined the starlight dusk
alighting on your form like fireflies in July
the sparkle in the expanse of your eyes like
moonbeams peeking through branches
as they waltz to the music of
the wind ...
~ vivid - fluent - gleaming ~
oh, how the dance of
your eyes shames all else -
the willows in their most soulful weeping can
not measure to the allurement of
your gaze ...
the twilight heavens in their deepest dreams
are but sad distraction to the
wild wonder of your aspect -
intense and burnished ...
the near incomparable glisten of the moon
even in its most perfect ascent
will never hold equality or rite to the
enchantment of
you ...
~ catching - holding - entranced ~
the precise prismatic fire of the
most perfectly cut diamond
could not hope to create the bewitching spell
that you cast with but a glance -
enigmatic and kinetic ...
they say that eyes are the windows to the soul
but I believe they ARE the soul
and yours are as deep,
mysterious, complex,
and carnal as any I've ever known
with a fathomless acumen that
penetrates my defenses
with ease ...
~ enthralling - hypnotizing ~
I am helpless before your sight
as vulnerable as sand before the tide
and easily as swept away by
the current of your beguiling charm ...
your eyes are, to me, the very
definition of all that the word "beautiful" encompasses
elegant and ravishing ...
they are as the most immaculate plum blossom
floating on the onyx black of a
mountain pool at dusk
rippling with emotion and sensitivity
pulling me inward to their
sublime perfection ...
~ helpless - forsaken ~
I leap from the edge of
my insecurity and dive into the
liquid exquisiteness
falling down -
down into their prurient expanse
to be consumed by all they
wish me to be ...
~ falling - diving ~
devoured by all they
want of me -
by all they see in mine
by all that they dare bespeak
by all that YOU ...
(desire).
Copyright © 2017 Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
Copyright ©
Gregory Richard Barden
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