His eyes are green. <br />Two almond orbs of liquid neon, <br />nitrogen, <br />he ignites me with each glance. <br />They burn me, melt me <br />like sulfuric acid. <br />Condemn me to a puddle of sloppy, <br />human jelly on the floor. <br />I am silly-putty as he stares, <br />molded into a clay heart, I beat. <br />Throb. <br />Pulsate. <br />He smiles
