Bedroom Eyes

BEDROOM EYES In the bedroom behind your eyes Clothes are strewn about, Open drawers display unwashed articles and misplaced matches, Crumpled photos of discarded men Lay scattered like fallen soldiers on love’s battlefield. Is this my destiny? The graveyard of forgotten lovers. The room is dark and sultry, I stumble around the mess to find you sitting, On the unmade bed, in centerfold poses, Inviting, seducing siren. My mind gyro-spins, images of past suitors Flash before me like neon exit signs And I am left with tombstone reflections. I turn to leave, afraid of the reasons Unaware of the rhyme, still the door eludes me And I hit the wall in the room behind your eyes.