Eye Talk

His eyes were glass doors

allowing me to see through his soul.

Nothing told me to run.

There was a depth I saw,

with enough space for me to make a home.

I wanted then and there to live in his eyes.

To prance through them slowly,

the hallways to his soul.

The ones who have nothing to hide don’t look away

They are a lighthouse seeking someone

to stay.

Broken souls smell each other from miles apart.

I smile shyly and look past his shoulder.

If I keep the contact I know I’ll never let go.

When I look up he’s still holding his gaze.

His eyes are wide now but he doesn’t know it yet

His eyes are sparkling now

The glass doors are fogged up by his breath

He’s begging me to be the first one to stay.