I look into him,
Twin pools of earthly gems,
I tend to swim...
Within his deep-hued irises...
Like polished wood,
From a crystal tree,
I know I should...
Try to break away...
Armed with corded nooses bright,
I've caught his eye...
I'm held within his wanton sight,
He sees me...
I want him,
I crave much more than I should,
I tend to swim...
Within his crystalline eyes. |