These are your eyes

multicoloured flashes
green blue lightning
strangers ogle, waitresses gush
lucky me
I bask all day
puts a stupid grin
on me;
the irony is that
wherever you gaze we
see the
brilliance only
you can't see.

(and mirrors aren't the same)


Wanderlust Scarlett said...

Eye see.

Very good poem.

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Bobby said...

I have these special sunglasses that enable me to see inside your brain!