fulfilling is the sight
of your eyelashes.
for my hungry eyes
they are like
the leaflets
of the most beautiful
greens
in the gardens
of the mornings.
when they are wet...
with the dew
that shines when the morning sun
bids the night
adieu.
like you wash your soul
with the tears that you
pour out
from your heart
to bid good bye
to the fear the guilt
the impatience
that cages your heart
in mine...
i love your eyelashes
they can like a broom
clean my soul
wash my heart
and tickle my senses
i love them on mine
and i love you.
Run the race right
