Your Stare

I love your eyes,

the way they sway and play their way into my hungry gaze.

Engaged in a harmonious state, of eye-locked sensual debate.

Oh, how I wish that we could be whisked away,

and with your shadow; I’d lovingly play.

Together we would lay.

I love your eyes,

they never seem to hide or disguise; the distance of your mind.

The quivers and disdain of all your clandestine pain,

haunt me; because in this love I’ve fully succumbed.

Watching time slip through your fingers, how I am; ever-so captivated.

Elated, yet hoping my affection won’t gleam as antiquated.

I love your eyes,

even through the tears soaking in stale beer.

They never lied, even as you wept goodbye.

It’s here alone, that I’ve come to realize,

that loving you was never wise;

but oh, how I love your eyes.

X & X