Friday, 31 March 2017

Within her eyes

What is it like to look into the eyes of someone special, the eyes of a lover? It's like vertigo - you fall right in; all the way to the bottom. And as they draw you in, there is always that homecoming, that feeling of captive belonging and a belief that those eyes couldn't return the gaze of anyone else - ever.

Within her eyes

Do I see – or but sense – a molten flow
from green artesian eyes that widen slow
and draw me in where coruscations glow.

To know these wells is to be lost and caught,
to be undone, be still not drowning brought
where I – could not – conceptualise this thought!

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