mentioning big brown eyes in a poem has become a cliche
much like identifying a cliche in hopes of absolution
but some brown eyes demand to be mentioned
and I’m going to steer clear of steering clear of cliches
because if they capture what I need to say,
why should I?
the effect those brown eyes have on
demands to be captured.
another cliche: eyes are windows to the soul
that one I won’t use
because he doesn’t need a window.
his soul can’t be contained to a window
it seeps out of his skin like a hormone
it fills his voice
it rubs off on everything he touches.
some people are just made up of their own damn atoms
others compose selves of brands, groups, tribes
identity through association
but he’s pure soul.
if you’re lucky enough to get close
he lets you have some
and you take it and wrap it around yourself and feel like a kid in a blanket
or maybe you sip it for a little like a mug of hot chocolate
(the thick kind. not the powder that makes a joke out of chocolate. the real stuff)
and you’re restored.
he doesn’t demand anything
but there’s something in him that demands to be written about.