Foreigner

[Wildcard]

I tried to steal your eyes very nice. I was immediately hooked
and see the world through
dark horizons, scarred impressions
beaten bloody hues great image with a kind of backstory built in
of retrograde rainbows

I could only get
half a handful
but palm to pupil sparked
a tune I could never hope to sing feels like you are saying the other perspective is a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't wanna live there(or can't)
and my fingers, slick with tears yeah! <-how's that for descriptive?
released and fled just a suggested but what about 'I fled' kinda sounds like your fingers are fleeding (or is that what you mean to say?)

Your world is not mine to enter so beautiful. I got lost at the end (in a good way) just staring in that doorway
but I have never stood
in so beautiful a doorway

This has got to be my favorite poem of yours so far. I haven't read them all of course

I will 'plagiarize' the last three lines as a stand-alone poem many, many times in the ears of unsuspecting women. I hope you don't mind . . .