Unlike Anything

I imagine her body drawn against mine
or the sweet stagger of uneasy conversation
and the smooth jewel of night;
a string of dreams

For her eyes, they are unlike
anything I have ever seen. Undefined by
daylight, twilight, and summer haze,
Those eyes deny one-hundred sleep-filled nights.

Unlike star-filled evenings or lingering sunsets.
Inescapable, the fuel of poetic fires
her eyes are unlike anything I have ever seen.

There are dreams and visions
that never equal this this cautionary moment
they keep me lingering and wondering
what sparks the fire’s gleam because

Her eyes are
Unlike anything I have ever seen.