I Considered Your Eyes

I considered your eyes as puddles
of color, and under the umbrellas
of your eyelids, I jumped.

I splashed through green and yellow
waves as if they were liquid leaves
luminous and lavish in the spirit of Spring
(where laughter blooms like wildflowers
and burdens borrow the bodies of birds
diving, gliding on unfettered wings).

A mild breeze fluttered delicately
every time you blinked, ruffling
your colors ‘til they swirled richly
sweet, resplendent on the surface
yet gently deep beneath.

I puddle-jumped until my toes
were pruned and in that slender
canoe between eye and cheek,
I slid in, paddled and fell asleep.

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