Green Eyes

My eyes are green

My fingertips are forever forbidden from touching the fruits of your harvest

Even when my labor is the reason they grow

I watch as another farmer picks and plucks

Irresponsibly

Their green thumb turns my eyes green

Turns your hair into a corn field

They touch the cotton on your curves

Your skin be soft enough for me to sow soil made for seeds of sunflowers and sweet peas

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