Her Poem

A rose is just not a flower
like the sun is just not a star
her eyes were just not any set of eyes
but a reflection of what beauty should be
darker than the 17 miles of earth's crust
with more passion and heat than magma
to the center of the core
core where you could find your soul
in the reflection of her eye

blink

humbles you more than an elder's kiss good ye
all the bullshit ends
for in a flash you will be swallowed up
by an invisable sea of darkness on a late September night
of the two oceans of her eyes