Eye Color of July
By Marialexa Kavanaugh
His
Palms perspired
Liquid exasperation moisturizing
The cascading days of
July and summer fanning childhood
Mine.
Mine
And his
Those topaz globes
Projecting innocence and humor,
Across the waves of,
Teens, and our corrupted corpses,
His.
His,
That gaze,
Stabbing all my,
Guts and unopened,
Wounds that time insulted.
My heart was cocooned byJuly.
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