aphrodite’s agate

lord, bless her with green eyes

a secret garden blanketed

by the gossamer wings

of molten butterflies

in a perfect indian summer

incandescent ivy

and radiant succulents

birthing infinite

a landscape of jade moss

and peacock topiaries

untouchable

by humanity’s savagery

lord, bless her with green eyes

a shade of emerald so deep

the capital’s of oz

weep with envy

a peridot paroxysm

aphrodite’s agate

a vein of ancient gemstones

beneath the mountain pines

unrecoverable

by greed’s quarries

lord, bless her with green eyes

green eyes

green eyes like mine

a.duncan, 2016

 

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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