Eyes meet mine,
Paired twice like the doves
Painted in elementary design,
One grey clarity, the other
Green at the connection
Of the other woman,
Arms branched in a subtle meeting
That wants nothing more than blue
Before the hollow pupils.
Certainly, blue as the heat-struck
Morning, dawning from revelations.
A sneer flies across
The mealtime distance,
Lingering on the tongues, delight,
A smear of misplaced wine
And desire, drips, tumbles to me.
As the sweeter caress from eye to eye
Savours the dance, the fractured
Glance, the tenderness flickers
Or a spark reignites.
I wish the light would fall again
On the angle of secrets
Provoked by ideal blue eyes.
Watching with a certain sparkle
That mirrors amber lights,
Threatening everything good about
The teasing lick of another taste
Where passive souls meet mine.