Your eyes, they inspire me.
Round and brown like a pair of shining pennies,
As mystifying as a vacant tomb.
Suddenly you smile, and I am distracted
From those rings of glistening darkness.
Your face radiates such chilling warmth,
As rounded white headstones connect between scarlet lips.
Overcome by awe, I stutter,
And laughter echoes from your half-moon necropolis:
A tuneful lament from one lost soul to another.
As I try to absorb your bewitching beauty,
Nature intervenes with a gentle breeze.
So daintily your Autumn hair drifts,
Like lilies dancing for the dead.
Yes, it's true. You reek of perfection:
Every crafted surface, every flawless flourish
Like a coffin.
And I want to be buried in you forever.
Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012
