Morning (to Green Eyes)

Morning

Slivered

Moon

Escapes

To

Ocean

Riverletts

Of

Sunlight

Trickle

Down

Linen

Tickling

Torsos

Stirring

You

Create

Kaleidoscopic

Prisms

Watching

Rainbows

Bounce

Across

Face

Shoulders

You’re

My

Very

Own

Pot

Of

Gold