Chestnut... Poem by Nestor David Armas

In the chestnut

Of your eyes

I feel like a child

Sitting feeling

Around in the muddy,

Rich and warm

Brown of your soul,

A playground

For my spirit free,

Loose on plaid fields

Dark plains a mystery,

I feel the veneer of you

Like sleek mahogany,

And still I have been

But just in the rings

Of your intriguing orbs

Glossed in the sunsets

Bronzed sunrises awaiting

For a cheerful welcome,

I'm interrupted by your smile...

(12/14/2012)