Iris

In your iris lives a bird,
and every time she flaps her wings
the light shifts in your eyes-

green yellow burn.

I want to free her some day,
release her into the wild but your
eyes, oh your eyes they


are a cage, my forest is
in your gaze. 


There is a river
some where, far away,


when you drink from her
a song about a girl and a bird
murmurs in your blood


and for a moment you freeze
and your disbelieving eyes
green yellow burn


find me-


I wilt like a
violet in the sun.