Eyes of Chai & Milk

Your

eyes of chai and milk

pour

the will to bud upon me.

My

skin and pulp of silt

sigh...

for part of me

won't love me, (but)

the iris of your eyes -- the

chai and wisp of foam -- is

kind and warm, like home (in)

its gaze of want upon me.

How

I wish that I did see

all

you see when you look at me...

your

take on me is all that I

must call...

(to)

cure the ache and pull

the vim and life out of me.

Your

eyes of chai and milk

are

the kiss that I so need so I

don't fade away or wilt -- a

hug -- so soft and pure -- of sun,

and dove,

and lust,

and eve,

and silk;

Oh,

if only I was just as kind

(to me) as all

your love and both

your eyes of chai and milk.

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-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨