The Last Night

(Another ridiculously short poem.)

On the last night I saw you,
Your eyes were a riot of colors:
Blue-Gray-Green-Gold.
I swam their endless depths,
Hoping to find you —
But you just disappeared
In a flash of either desire or despair
(The two always indistinguishable in you),
Leaving me with the afterglow of your beauty
Burning bright behind my eyes.

The End

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