To a Girl with Green Eyes
Watchful beacons fierce and free
The kind so green as verdant sea
Of mint and clover sentiently…
Wrapped around your pupil be
Etchings on a radial gem
Echo to my deepest whim
Crystal carvings never dim
Further from thy pupil stem
Glistening gaze of dampened jewel
Strings along the avid fool
Not so kind, but not so cruel
Instead a different kind of school
Luscious is the teary glaze
That gifts me just beyond the maze
To gently whisper sensual praise
And rival my most treasured days
Subtle flits of dashing green
Shifty, charismatic sheen
Piercing through prosaic scene
Coaxing me to intervene
Sights aligned with passion’s will
Sting me with thy lover’s quill
A woman, lest my heart be still
As she moves in for the kill
Iris twin; an emerald pair
Tell of field and forest fair
Gradient of goddess stare
I wonder what thoughts may be there
© Brandon Gene Petit
DREAMS IN THE WOMB 