Drowning
Drowning
Her alluring eyes beckon me;
like a pool of cool water.
They draw me in relentlessly.
I have never felt such eyes,
Wading through my soul,
Playing, dancing, turning over my buried stones.
Yes, she knows, she hears,
She speaks to me
without a word.
I drown in her deep green eyes,
quickly and freely;
She has enveloped me.
R. Biffany '09
Copyright © Randy Biffany | Year Posted 2009
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