Honeydew Eyes

Today, your eyes are my favorite hangout place. 

I fall into them the way pyramids 

of fruit are destined to fall, 

suddenly and irreversibly. 

I watch the tumbling honeydew, 

wondering if they will bruise the way 

green apples do - creating pockets 

of honey under dark green imperfections. 

Your green eyes could never hold imperfections, 

they glow like the soft reflections 

of a neon market sign at night, 

illuminating street performers playing songs 

for themselves as crowds 

disappear and rain puddles 

become still.

Author's Note

Those same old addictive green eyes

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

maybe there is sweetness beneath our imperfections...
we can hope that is the song of us.
j.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Very nice use of metaphors to paint the colors of eyes and the allurement felt towards them. Nicely written overall and really drew me in as a reader. Excellent poem thank you for sharing it with us.