eyes like mine

- - - - - - - - - - Planetary in the Eye's right hand was a blushing apple, sweating in the morning sun. Its juices swimming down the grooves of dehydrated fingers, a thin stream carving through a cliff from the damp bog above pooling a reservoir in the pits of the palm. They had climbed mountains in youth, stared into the darkened depths of glacial lakes (near the house dad was reared in) and imagining the demons that swam in the cold hell below. - - - - - Afraid to abandon that memory the hand lay still collecting the life of this fruit. - - - - - Like the night sky in the days approaching a full moon, shining bright to reflect in the palm and eyes.