The eyes in the mirror ๐
The eyes in the mirror
They peer at me
No they don’t see
They almost glare
Glare is not one of anger
Or of discomfort or nonchalance
Intrigue is more like it
Big round & brown
Perhaps with an endearing frown.
A wide forehead
Ruffled black hair
Thick wooly brows
A bit knitted should I say?
Ears having big lobes
No crow’s feet
Just immense & wide
The eyes, you can’t forget
They seem suspect.
Suspect I do
A lonely spirit
Moving back & forth
Lips hinging on a smile
They speak to me
A language you can’t hear
Only understand
From the heart
Of your thoughts
They are a part.
A part of me
No, me a part
Of the eyes, ears
Nose & smiling lips
Of the twisted hair
Of the layered smoothness
And the grit within
A hand touches mine
And all seems just fine.
Yes, all is well
Each time you look
And keep looking
This moment and every
The eyes embrace me
And that is enough
A sweet bluff.
Bluff it is that
You are around
Well partially true
It’s a virtual hug
A chat in thoughts
Perhaps this too is fine
As long as I feel you
As the eyes in the mirror
With each passing moment only nearer…