Puddles

Dark outlines of
fresh brown oculars
call to me through the night,

Lifting the weight in my chest
from its sunken depths,
A silent message

conveyed by shimmering light,
Waves of changing colour
hold my thoughts;

Alone with you at last.

brown eye

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