Ring
Your diamond ring cuts at my heart like an ice tiger white in a cage of golden prongs. It snarls at me and scratches my soul with faceted claws. I touch your hand and that awful ring hisses in my palm. We kiss and it spits at my eye. It growls in my dreams on lonely nights. Oh married lady please wear opals. They become you. The red fire flowing deep in the stones as the love I see in your brown eyes.
Her Eyes
Deep brown eyes like the insides of tree trunks twisting to dark roots in the forest loam. Painful tree-tight eyes cat-anxious while something huge mewing like anxiety claws at the crevice and tries to squeeze in. Succubi wood nymph eyes cold as a rabbit’s scream when a bobcat rips its guts out. Eyes like forest pools with green leaves leaning in to drown in love. Farmer in the field stops his plowing gets off his tractor stands in the furrows while the engine growls looks under the brows of the brooding dark woods and stares in her eyes. . . . her eyes. . . . her eyes
Glenda’s Smile
Looking over her coffee cup through the spiraling steam she takes a quick hot sip and smiles at me with her eyes. She smiles in the friendly way she leans back in her chair and laughs. But when Glenda smiles with her mouth, they the wirey wonder of her braces Oh the razzle dazzle dental conglomeration Oh the circus of chrome that complicated sexy tangle makes you want to kiss her just to comprehend its stainless steel shine.
