In your eyes, the secret lies,
dark tears almost falling.
What secret do you hold so close
that I cannot hide from your eyes.
Sensual form, perfect lips,
the hated geometry now controlling.
I see the detail, I see the beauty,
but cannot escape your haunting eyes.
The picture before me now
an abstract poem, ideal.
Like a god of grace, alluring,
yet you capture me easily, with those eyes…
The more I look the more I see
your beauty is unreal,
perfection’s touch on your still frame
gives power to your enticing eyes.
I relent, staring deeply, mind reeling,
have I ever seen you alive?
In some fantasy, or in my mind.
Such violence, in your unblinking eyes.
I look around desperately searching
circles around your soft hair,
hoping to find your secret meaning
but all I can see are your tear stained eyes.
