Your Eyes
Every time I see you
I hold my breath
And wait for this feeling to go away.
I have to tell myself
That this feeling
Is just an annoying annoyance
Rendering me breathless
If only for a few seconds.
But even I have trouble
Convincing myself
That this is just a passing condition
Unconnected with you.
When I see you
I have to look away
And wrinkle my nose
Because I never look away
Especially from a challenge.
So I have to ask myself
'Why don't I just look
Straight Ahead?'
Because that's were my object
Of unimaginable desire
Is standing.
When I summon up the courage
To glance your way
I hold my breath again
When I see your silky hair
The color of a golden field
At sunset
Falling across your face
In small wips.
And I see your smooth skin
That reminds me of
Milky essence touched by the sun.
But no matter how many times
I look in your direction,
I can't seem
To find the answer
To the color
Of your eyes.
They are a mystery
As old as Atlantis
And as deep as the sea
Where it lay.