Burning Eyes

Note: My friend Lady Day has also completed a poem about ‘eyes’, check it out, your eyes will not disappoint! Feel free to add your own eye poem  and link in the comment section!   Burning Eyes coal eyes trample me sadly, burnished, like her flesh, they are raked and old . through red dirt dragged, by

The Chameleon

    In the Apple tree after lunch, he sat. His eyes shimmered and I was a mermaid. I am what you think I am he said to me. I am the sea. I am the shells that shine a maternal pearl. I am the tears that taste the corner of your lips. I am