a weightless space

 

your eyes are

the silent, dizzy conversation

between trust and doubt

                          between land and sky

beset upon sun-dried,

fraying wicker;

a mirror in a field

of hay.

 

your irises

flakes of flint

striking

my steely, shielding

resolve

over every earthly

                assumption;

all certainty

set to flame.

© 2020 courtney lavender

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