Carve me into your limestone eyes
Perforate my soul; flow through me
You are a fickle sickness, immersed in inconsistency
Carry me through your hazel Sundays
When the greys of our town
Are streaked across the shadows in your gaze
Color my heart with sienna soil
Where your loving roots have made their home,
And bore fruitfully as you've watered my humanity
Cover me under your apricot skin
Filling every inch of your existence
With consideration and care beyond measure
Carve me into your limestone eyes
Knowing that they have drilled into me,
Further with every glance
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