Sweet Birch

Moonstone eyes

spilling steam and milky haze,

Splintered glass, every sparkle left bereft.

Lashes like obsidian

slipping at daybreak

into flooding salt lakes.

Topaz eyes

rolling lava in their gaze,

Seared faucets, no more towns to water down.

Pellets instead like hessonite

firing each wall

into wintry ashfall.

Peridot eyes

humming for hope on footways,

Delicate mornings, deer in search for sweet birch.

Dewdrops like emerald

flecking lights of young dawn

upon dusks foregone.

Garnet eyes

surrendering to gold daze,

Warm red sand, flushed rum under a sun.

Carnal like carnelian,

longing to surrender

to an equinox adventure.

Opal eyes

delighting in early rays,

White waves, a bed for lips and fingertips.

Whispers like amethyst

gifting serenity to the mind,

flourishing serif until signed.