Dominican Amber

When your gaze meets mine your eyes sparkle a grand sky-blue 

Similar to how the celestial sphere suits the Earth’s dirtied hues

Your clouded vault of Heaven greets my mossy vault of tears

I weep tenebrous tears resemblant of geodes and medieval deities

And I feel the white moths in my stomach like magic in a spinster’s fable

Despite my perceptions remaining blackened and saffron-eyed

Like an old-growth spruce taiga at the minimum render distance

To simply recall your touch would be beyond further comprehension 

To which I might lose myself in the billowing fog of my self-doubt

Or due to contemplation of the immortality of the crab 

So it must be destiny when I return to your tantric touch

Exemplifying that it is only crystal clear through my purview

Tethered together in the emerald land of eternal youth

As the everlasting brilliance at the end of my dimly lit tunnel

For you are my twilight princess in this dark fantasy 

Like a shooting star replicating itself through a kaleidoscope 

I ultimately feel refreshed when your gaze reminds me of who I am 

Why I am here with irises full of blunt yet precious metals 

That remind me to remember to love when they touch your light 

For my heart weighs like rose quartz but feels like fool’s gold  

© Niklen 6/4/24