Acetylene the Eyes Are Hell in Heaven

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Jim wonders if they see the two as one,

One beauty.  Blondness beauty sits beside

Him in the café light on M Street, sun

And gold this gorgeousness but far too wide

That wonder, much more wonderful than gold,

More heavenly and fine like spun out light

From sun and moon at once, enough to scold

The universe with love.  The blue eyes bright

Like singing sapphires set in gold, he knows.

Those beggars on the sidewalk have no clue

How much those irises cause lust and glows

Inside him.  They blink, more like a blazing blue.

  He smirks inside. They cannot know, these bums

    That pass, how operatic beauty thrums.

© Phillip Whidden