Inflammable

 

Those fleeting glances

those eye contact

never bothered me

there were many

Gaze

a flower you are
a flower you will be
flowing into my deep eyes
melting through the hands
which turn into coals hot
I bear not to hold long
in moments I misread

When Eyes Turn Ice

In your eyes of splendour
Of stillness in dark thunder
Held in captivated wonder
My senses split asunder

Pleiades: Inner Gaze

In greed, we lose liberty
In vanity, we lose ourself
In expectation, we enforce