Your eyes, green brown.

Widening into saucers

benevolent and understanding.

Then narrowing to pinpoint

anger.

Dilating with the

flow of your life and mine.

Guide me up slopes of

bliss,

hand in the small of my back.

Catch me if I fall.

Then tear me down

again,

to lie broken at the

bottom,

despair clinging

to every eyelash.