His eyes meet hers as he looks at the screen,
He knows that look, that milky gleam,
They're the ones that follow him into his dreams,
He looks at her intently as she screams,
She knows him backwards, he knows it well,
As he turns off the light, his iris swells
She's thinking of him, he can just tell,
He sways in the dark as his conscience rebels.
© Saxon Drury-Godden, 06.