Written by Gabriella Troy
Art by Pixabay
Mottled sunlight
green and white and green and golden
flickers upon your eyelids.
Your eyes flick
left right left up
as if they could absorb every drop
while closed.
Sweet, innocent lashes,
mere minutes from ripe,
silky coverings
meant to tear open;
they disintegrate to pixie dust
and nourish the warm earth
beneath your padded feet.
It is hypnotizing,
the sun,
the way it floats across the sky
and leaves a shimmering, glittering path
through the leaves and around your arms.
Your eyes will follow and revere every inch
while open.
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