Sinuous quiet of your eyes
Cat-like. Demon-like.
So perhaps you might glance this way
And I shall be drawn into you
It surely would be
The sweetest embrace that I should ever receive
Your lips like chocolate
Calm and becoming
Mated with your stare it would heaven
To be your subject or your slave
Your hunted prey
Would gladly give itself up
To be in the twilight of your eyes
So with carnal obedience I would succumb
To whatever trial you might suggest
Forming jury and the judge
to determine my torture with your deadly countenance
So, sweetly, love, deliver your sentence
Declare death or delusion
Silence or lies
For to be in your presence, to be in your sight
Your nonchalant verdict would bring a thousand pleasures
if only for an instant
to be in the evensong of your eyes
