Eyes like the most overused cliches:
Like a scuba dive gone horribly wrong.
Eyelids to life jacket,
Keeping me afloat with every
Every third grade staring contest.
The skin that crawls over his bones as a keeper of all things secret?
That skin, that very skin, might save the unsalvageable:
The fallen angel carrying the burden of a thousand broken butterfly wings.
The monarchs traded them in for a crooked smile and a bottle of wine
That only aphrodite herself could weep.