Eyes

Those eyes!
They're not eyes.
They're daggers:
an uncovered blade
cutting my heart up
to uncover dreams hidden within.
Oh, your eyes.

Those eyes!
They're not just eyes.
They're words in flow,
            a poem,
giving new colors to monochrome dreams.
Oh, your eyes.

Those eyes!
They speak to me
in waking
and in my dreams.
My imagination takes flight.
And those eyes of yours look on, within.
Oh, your eyes.

Those eyes!
They're not just eyes.
They're raw passion.
In my imagination,
I'm the female spirit,
you're the male.
You overpower me.
I'm pliant,
      soft.
I moisten,
I glow,
I blossom,
You slide inside,
our eyes locked.
Oh, your eyes.