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Your eyes

 




Whenever I do this thought experiment

after looking at this causal inference from the

look of your eyes

and then close mine

my breathing changes

and I feel the sensation of a beating heart

even in the palm of my hands,

those you had touched when we had met

Can someone seriously feel these sensations?

 

my mind questions all of this and I have to nod, in affirmative

and I decipher that evasive philosophies,

all the clutter that reason and logic define

is subservient to my raw instinct

which has nothing in it

but you and your different emotions, forms, and surrealism

 

can I love you in parts?

shall I start with eyes, gorgeous laughter or that perpetual curiosity,

that energizes a broken heart?

or that warmth, which for no reason

limits my choice of verse?

 

when I imagine you 

I enter the space of your innocence

and in the background somewhere I hear 

soothing piano notes,

as I hold you close and shelter you from your predicaments  

your eyes have a secret message

there is a therapy embedded in it

which makes me forget

my self-created illusions

of loss and life’s blemishes

 

Is it love?

A four-letter word be better careful

as my thesaurus cannot express

what I want to truly convey

when I close my eyes again, gently

and see the texture of your eyes

I see an intense congregation of compassion

 

 

 



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