Green Eyes

Green eyes, how oddly ironic.

Staring into the reflective color of my own

that have, at one time, made my gaze iconic.

Tracking down what lies behind

In a passive gesture to introduce myself

To parts of this woman’s unsettled mind.

She listens; then breaks away.

Into lectures of her past, her mistakes.

Promises that promote a desire to stay.

What is her perception of me?

What could she see in someone so opposite?

Or, does she possess a deeper need to be?

Below the surface of initially

exists a cloister of all. The good, the bad, and the nebbish,

together make a good conversation for reality.

She listens more closely to my unknown taboo.

Fascinated and distant at the words enveloping her.

The sense of fright leaving with every Boo!

Turbulence amid feeling allows me to be her guide.

Her realistic perspective, meets my diligent mind.

Settled in youth now looks into a heart open wide.

Be-set that our gaze is unquestioned authority

Allowed and surrounded by the inner sets of antiquity

That alone makes me comfortable referring to you as my, Persephone.