dash of cyan
i fancy you, dear little blue orbs
that so nicely illuminate his cheeks.
your dash of cyan appears in my daydreams,
thieving from me my sanity and stature.
i often find myself infuriated with you,
and with that stunning little laugh, melting
my heart -starting with my ears-,
while there was no humor in any case.
why do you, such little things?, seem so smug
while the hearth so burns, resting you
to my left, with your pupils
focusing towards Pentu, the shepherd
who surely loves me more? seeing you
shining, with a dash of cyan, beside
the blazing fire, as your irises
paint a fine mural with the flames
while truthfully only staring with laze. so
you dilate your testing little aperture
and turn to gaze at me -you suffocate me,
for your fishing little cyan renders me...
and i favor you and i treasure you.
-a parody of Louise Glück - Purple Bathing Suit