Eye Child

Looking translucent,
here I lie.
A fool,
a prisoner of your poison smile.
With a drink of it,
I seep the vast universe
and some sacred velvet sky.
You wear perfume
too ferocious for desire.
So, pierce my peace.
Wake my wild.
Haunt me alive,
young woman.
Good god!
I may embrace fever
in the ocean size!



Another fistful of the online magnetic poetry/writing blitz activity we had in Sir Dominique Cimafranca’s Creative Writing class.


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