Looking into the depths of those eyes

Not seeing the color, but I see only

the death that clings

as he kisses my hand

I feel my hand burn and tingle

But the beauty of the man

is inexplicable,


The naked eye cannot see

what the soul hides

Yet my soul

somehow seeks and finds

the death in a stranger

A/N: I wrote this one Sunday, this actually happened. When the old man kissed my hand, my hand actually tingled. I could feel the death in him. Talk about weird. I had no idea he was so close to death.