Show Me

Maybe you will miss it

As I sweep myself behind the corner

Or under the rug that you tread

All over with your noisy sneakers

My eyes dare and dart over you

And my teeth massage my lips

I still don't know your eyes very well

I'm a fool that forgot their name

A shame I can't rate their intensity

I'm too busy robbing glances with no profit

And blowing smooches you miss in the gust

My head droops and my eyelids flirt

My subconscious paints questions over your eyes