March 21, 2021
You feel like the first pair of eyes I've seen. And I guess if not the first, then the only pair I need. To see your eyes, still yet moving, looking into mine-to see the way your pupils grow-I don't need to hear you say anything else. You don't have to say words to get your point across. I already know this is the place I am going to belong. So teach me how to do what you do. Show my eyes what your eyes see, and make my pupils match yours. I've never seen eyes kinder than yours. To take after you where it matters, I want my eyes to be like yours.
R.K.
YOU ARE READING
Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
