I Prefer your Eyes

[Astromaxis]

God knows the symmetry
of orbs
moulded by chemistry
fastened into coloured globe
of earth, sky, grass and phoenix ash
portal-infitium of emotive and logic
these fingers
got attached
with those creations
that you put on dearly
upon your face
better than all I ate
before...

Thrust
like
lust
shaped
like
love

those preferable creatures
called
your
eyes...

[Lumiere]

How many times people have toiled and re-toiled to capture the eyes in words.
And yet, this creation is not trite; it's full of something good.

fastened into coloured globe
of earth, sky, grass and phoenix ash
portal-infitium of emotive and logic


SOS (Sob Of the Spine = term used by Nabokov to describe how it feels when words hit the mark)

This poem provoked multiple SOS.

[Bar22do]

Thrust
like
lust
shaped
like
love

and the whole poem is a magical moment one wants to extend into a timeless contemplation... Thanks a lot. Bar