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A green iris shines empathy as you wink,
The other gleams sympathetically, as your eyelid follows through.
I feel you, both pupils screaming the truth,
Dilating to the sincere rhythm of your voice.
I read your eyes, as I would a book in a library of dreams,
Page after page, a beautiful epic unfolds. I must read on.
You blink, the page turns, each shimmering fleck of green, a word in bold,
Each murmured word devoured, and incarcerated in this soul.
I read on, my understanding compromised, confusion steals in.
Suddenly blind, I cry, mourning mists shroud fierce eyes, each tear the blood of a lie.
All truth escapes me too, fleeing in fear to the back of my mind,
A convicted victim of my own crime.
Amidst deafening silence, I am dumb, muted stupid.
Your lips no longer move, having briefly trembled, then flatlined.
My silence only speaks more silence, though my eyes have so much to say before you leave,
slave to your denial, only ever to be loved in dreams.
With the sun, vision and literacy returns. I am captivated, I am mesmerised,
Watching its rays strike your eyes. Illuminating yellow, chasing green into the dark, where all I desire casually hides.
Amiable laughter, gently stifled, tumbles lightly from precious lips,
The bold lexis in your eyes italicise when you smile,
I feel a reflection of your insight in mine,
Ghosting happiness... |
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