of the TV screen
all I can see is
your eyes.
Like two crescent pools
I dive into.
A cool reverberation reaches
to every end of my body
in a rush,
and a blink.
Long lashes whip at my heart
pulling strings on the harp
of my memories musical.
The instruments of my past,
your eyes,
two glowing orbs in the pale light.
Before them shines my thoughts and
our gazes at one another.
In them holds all my attention,
and behind them lays the
wicked unknown,
which I would all too soon give up
enough
to comprehend.
