Eye Speak
I am not eloquent
In your grammar of glances,
Strange syntax of stares
The argot of your eyes.
A subtle puissance
Veiled behind each look,
Echoes in dark wells,
Dilating Iris all a
Liquid language,
Artful ethereal alphabet
A dance of glances.
Idiom's Idiot
I ache to understand
Each shimmering
Glimmer's cant.
That insight
Might provide security
Some semblance of control.
A slippery stone
Relentless truth
Prevails in viscera.
The mystery of
Familiar unknown eyes
Lushious like quicksand
Alluring cryptogram
Taunts and invites...
This chain upon my heart
Becomes both price and prize
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