Eyes Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

These eyes:
Hollow
Hazel
Like vacuums
Stare into you
Like the sea.

Eyes are never
Windows to souls;
Yours are different.
A kaleidoscope of gardens,
The throne of the gods
Sit there bequeathed
With diamonds
As your shivering
Tears from florid aqueducts
Seethe and rummage
Like a river.

And sometimes when
It rains a halcyon fragment,
I see myself locking
In those eyes
Signing resignation
And betrothed to consolation
As your immense eyes
Tame this insatiable
Flame.

Eyes glint
In sockets
A puissant susurration
Of your eyes
An inimitable glissando.
If I shall kiss
The poison away
From those flesh
That ensconce
Your eyes;
Then so be it
An autumnal contingency;
The stars are
Collateral damages.

If I were to herald
Those two worlds
With songs and phrases
Then let it be
That I am scathed in this
Expanse -
Of wanting these drenched
Eyes trifle a morose union
With yours.
This baleful darkness
Streams like death
But there is so much verve
In your prolix nebula.

And perhaps a soul
Slumbers in two
Slivers inside those
Eyes
Waiting to be filled
To the brim
With fire;
I am nigh -
This internal equinox,
The fray of the clocks
Will soon materialize
Into a melee

Of two eyes,
Flaming afire;
Emblazoned.