my boy's flaxen

a poem about my luvr. it's inspired by e.e. cummings.

my boy’s flaxen with swampy green eyes
that stare, and glare, and often dare
to be a swampy green part of my green girl’s life.
And sometimes he’ll sit with his little knees,
knobby little coils, screwed up to his flaxen
hair and swampy green shut eyes. Red eyes
reflecting this redblue world. And tears’ll stream
down his gleaming face, milky rivers
from swampy green eyes. He’ll hug
and tug at my flaxen flesh and melt his lips
on my redblue cheeks then pull back
like a string’s holding his swampy green gates
from releasing his flowers to the pinkbrown earth.
Swampy green eyes say I want you to stay
slash go away, but he’ll never know that my wetplush
lips have never fit any redblue swampgreen faces
until my pink red lips found his purpledark mouth.