trading eyes | poem

mustn’t trade souls

for I do not what is foreign.

trading eyes–

just for a small time!–

will let us see this world in a new light from a different life.

I see how the sunlight swallows the shadows

to make this old city something golden,

but only from your eyes.

from mine you tell me you see lots of purple shapes,

blue people, yellow skies, black boxes hovering over hearts.

colorful, but ultimately confused,

perpetually lost in the woven fabrics of an elastic world.

perhaps, we should wait a minute and see if you love my eyes more,

and I yours.

~ Sammicakes

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  1. Hi dear
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    1. sammicakes says:

      that sounds great! I just followed you :))

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  2. judeitakali says:


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    1. sammicakes says:

      thank you Jude!!


      1. judeitakali says:

        My pleasure Sammi


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