Two poems
by: Milo Arnone
XXII. invasion
if i could throw
myself head-first into your eyes i
would happily drown in there, their
angry ocean blue infiltrating my
lungs
i cannot catch my breath
XXIII. abroad
in a boat on a canal in Bruges, Belgium, a willow tree leaf fell
into my lap which was probably so confusing to me because it
was perfectly green and about as far from dead as any leaf
that would normally still be attached to a tree, but i was
flooded with images of You smiling as red as our very first sunset,
fitting in perfectly with the roses on the terrace,
the edge of Your smile piercing my heart so i had no choice
but to let the love leak out of me, Your eyes looking so deep
into me that even i got lost, but i had to pull myself out of it to
remember that i was just in a boat on a canal in Bruges,
Belgium where a willow tree leaf fell into my lap.
by: Milo Arnone
XXII. invasion
if i could throw
myself head-first into your eyes i
would happily drown in there, their
angry ocean blue infiltrating my
lungs
i cannot catch my breath
XXIII. abroad
in a boat on a canal in Bruges, Belgium, a willow tree leaf fell
into my lap which was probably so confusing to me because it
was perfectly green and about as far from dead as any leaf
that would normally still be attached to a tree, but i was
flooded with images of You smiling as red as our very first sunset,
fitting in perfectly with the roses on the terrace,
the edge of Your smile piercing my heart so i had no choice
but to let the love leak out of me, Your eyes looking so deep
into me that even i got lost, but i had to pull myself out of it to
remember that i was just in a boat on a canal in Bruges,
Belgium where a willow tree leaf fell into my lap.