what is it about a stare?
how can it stop me in my step. how can it freeze me in mid stride.
so much past without words, and emotion shared with a look.
spell binding and addictive. seducing and painful. melting and rigid.
what is it about a stare?
how do those eyes say so much with so little. is it the squint that they do, or maybe the flutter of those lashes. no. it's more then that. it's an understanding that can not be expressed with the verbal.
a compliment of the mind, and a vessel of the soul.
what holds all emotion in a bit of hazel color. what keeps it under control and hidden when need be. what impulse of the mind causes feeling to break free of physical bonds and transverse the distance to mine own.
what is it about a stare?
December 13, 1999