For those eyes

For those eyes
My house is burning
in an altered sense 
of Love preventing 
your face to be fixed;
wishing for planted kisses
To wade into plain 
clothes, diamonds
coveting skinny eyes

To speed the 
smell of Lust
Inside bloody sky
And cleaved cloud
I'll swing lore 
by your fire

I'll average 
amateurish screaming
lasting a while 
into the multitude
of shoved splinters 
pointing upward
towards a flower
ahead

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Your writing should always be read with the emotions rather than the eyes - abstract and cutting edge, these words vibrate beyond the visible spectrum.