Member Rara Avis
with yellow rings like arms of the sun.
Pupils like sea-coal, sea-cold glass.
A waveless ocean, its shore of lashes.
My fingers teasing your irises open.
To be consumed, subsumed by your sight.
To dance like tears on the lens.
To swim from corner to corner and back.
A cold penny in the night.
Venus, the moon, Neptune's ice.
Jupiter's storm, Saturn's rings.
[This message has been edited by bsquirrel (edited 12-04-2001).]