when the smoke is in your eyes
when this cloak of vice unravels
dewy orbs like october skies
a spry spark through me travels
when my bangs cover my sight
when i have to squint to see you
a glint of a distance that despite
your trite nearness paints me blue
a waltz so evanescent
like fall’s scrawled carpet of leaves
of em’rald i’ve always dreamt
still my fingers walk your thighs
and when your eyes brief meet mine
my heart upon your heart lies