Mood Eyes
His eyes always change moods.
I like when his mood is me.
His eyes give him away.
Never subtle to my prying eyes.
Otherwise, they are fixed
upon the business at hand.
In my hands, his eyes rise.
We arise to suit our mood.
It is a moot fact, that we eye
one another in our birthday suits.
Pursuit of chestnutty eyes, over.
He’s done for. I’m over the moon.
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