Didn't we agree to dance at the edges of our eyes? How beautiful, to see dawn through your muddled corners. Sometimes letting our hands dance around the iris, throwing dreams across the sea of cornea. Watching our hearts skip through the surface hues, rippling with want and desire. I wanted to jump into the watering hole formed by your tears; float in the salty marsh of your sunset bathed eyes. I could feel the pull of your dark copper eyes pulling me under, showing me more colors than any palette.
Jonaida Estrada González | @jegpoetry