when i close my eyes
they ask what do i see.
not darkness i say,
but two eyes staring back at me.
tho these eyes are not rheumy or sunken,
instead clear and pretty
like swirls of dark chocolate.
these eyes cannot be forgotten,
you cannot wish to see darkness,
for they come back again
to say hello in another language.
one blink is hi.
two blink is goodbye.
three blink is i love you,
and that's where i hide,
beneath layers of pink
that contaminate my cheeks,
i mustnt wish for another night of sleep.
for instead of sleep,
that's not what i keep.
i trade it in for a nights worth of
conversation,
words passed through two dimensions,
a story of passion and love to be told
between four eyes and two souls.
i may never hope for peace in the dark,
for that may mean a break in my heart.
so for all those who ask
what i see when i close my eyes,
the thing that i see
is my other half.
"eyes"
03/27/19
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ken
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