Eye Language
Her eyes speak soul,
anger burns at senseless abuse,
and tears pool at any sad story.
His chocolate orbs entice.
A sidelong glance gathers floss,
dangles trout on the hook.
Her emerald iris's sing,
radiate joy and glow sultry
as chocolate touches her tongue.
His sheep's eyes ensnare,
hawk promise of romance, and veil
a forked tongue behind tempter's lips.
Her eye language shouts,
dances laughter and sparkles
excitement as she rips off ribbon.
His brown iris's magnetize.
Molten love draws her into flame;
bones turn to Jell-O, veins to liquid fir
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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