Eyes

I like eyes.

I like seeing yours and finding the

cracks within the iris.

The slits of multicolor that permit me

a small chance to infiltrate.

I like eyes.

I like glaring into mine and learning

what is gloom.

I like seeing how they mimic yours.

I like how the darkness fades

in and out and

asks me how opaque I’ll allow it.

I like when the light crosses yours and shows me a new side of your desperate personality.

I like how it takes an external force to offer a new meaning to your being.

I like that you’re nothing

without them.

I like that yours and mine are just alike.