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Maps of Eyes


By A.R. MinhasPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
'Maps of Eyes' (c) A.R. Minhas 2019

Lathered in buttermilk,

She pours the wine from the roof of her mouth

"My sprite queen, do you accept the carbonation I offer?"

She stares with those Sugar Glider eyes,

Bubbles refract her tongue.

"This isn't love..."

We had bed bugs for protein

And do you remember the taste of freshly cut grass?

I never complain

No, you will not hear a peep from me

I know the way to your eyes

Pupils dilate. I dream a blue dream.

Distances warped in magical twilight

And your stippled flesh legs

Gunshot smoke on my mind

My body aches for the chemicals you produce.

And I stare at you transfixed when you change into your new clothes

Geometry in Motion

I know the static of your face

Your lips were made for me to rest my weary head.

And I can trace your bones from my forefinger,

The sound of your body

A gurgling sound of flood water rising.

We bathe in each other’s presence

As the fire burns our thoughts.

© A.R. Minhas 2019


About the Creator

A.R. Minhas

Self-published author of 'June is Dreaming'. Voracious reader. Watcher of weird entertainment.

Website: https://arminhas.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/arminhas

Artwork on Redbubble.


Private queries: [email protected]

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