Baby Blues Poem by Nate Truman
Baby Blues
Your eyes are dangerous, impish things.
I could fall to those tempestuous irises,
Struck out to sea with merely those thinly veiled seductions to keep me company.
Those centers of the storm would break me,
Just as they have broken the men that came before me.
And they scare me, those stormy blues,
Because I know without a doubt, that if they want me,
I'm theirs.
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