Her Eyes

They are blue meadows
where lovers meet in deepest shade,
they are heirloom jewels
of rarest sapphire made:
they peacefully hold her face in place.

One seizes Johnny’s heart
but his puffed-up reason dismisses,
one winks at him in his dreams
and offers him mind-numbing kisses:
oh, how they sweetly hold her face in place.

One swears to slay him
for the impertinence of his pursuit,
one promises him sanctuary
as long as his love is resolute:
with justice and grace they hold her face in place.

They are a heroic couplet
of blue bedroom secrets untold,
they lead to the threshold of the inner eye’s
fragrant, fleshy folds:
they mystically hold her inner and outer faces in place.

They are sometimes veiled by the warp
and woof of her emotions,
they stitch a winding sheet around the past
and sail it flaming upon the ocean:
they loyally hold her face in place.

She has more eyes than your
average girl--I always said,
you’d better believe she has eyes
in the back of her head:
lord, how they never fail to hold her face in place.

I know I’d better be on my toes
when both her eyes slide
left of her nose,
then I’m in for a bumpy ride:
jeepers! how I wish they’d hold her face in place.