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Learnt my lesson;
Took classes from your eyes.
Got lost in them, flunked;
Had to learn the hard way.

To navigate through them
Like soaring blue skies.
Everything the same;
Reddish thoughts disguised as blue.

I read a little south of
You is most treacherous;
A fantasy I deny myself,
For the mindgasm would kill me.

Kill me now if that meant
You’d live forever!
Give us the skies in your eyes;
Beauty that teases gods.

Teasing gods is a rare thing;
Perhaps just as much as those curves.
The curves angels fear to tread;
What of me?

©Herbert Uba 2017

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