Through Neon

Through Neon


Through the neon
of blaring white screens,

all I can imagine,
are your hands,

your eyes,
then I melt.

Am drawn back with the need
to know more-

to try to get a better view
of purity,

that mirrors my own.
Oh,

how I would adore to live in the
iris of your eye-

for one moment-
to see how you see,

beauty surround
you.