Your eyes pool green
When seen
In the sun of the moment
Until I start to lick your
Throat
And kiss you
On the mouth
Slowly moving onto other parts
Yes, then
The green
That I am seeing
Is a green
I can’t describe
A lustfulness
That grabs me
Like a chameleon
In disguise
A power
That I fell in love with
Your eyes
My lovely husband
Who loves me unconditionally
Who I occasionally forget about
When he gets lost in the shuffle
Of the games that get played
With the bad boys of the internet
When he looks at me
And says, "Okay,
The world is your Oyster.
Go meet it head on."
Who knew that in the end
I would come home to him
My husband
The man who really loves me
In all of loves true colors
And not in its fantasy illusions
Of false loves
Imposing their contusions.