The Eyes Have It
Soulful eyes, warm pools of dark mystery framed by
shimmering cascades of gold, enthralled and beckoned
long before the first "Hello" led to marathon talks.
Smiling, moist, red lips lured and teased during chance
meetings ages before slender, agile bodies merged in
explosive desire; before she gazed into his eyes and
sang "We've Only Just Begun" and lovers in white lace
and tuxedo said "I do" and honeymooned in Hawaii.
Year five--the dark eyes still beckon; the golden cascades
still shine and flow; the lips--still pouty, teasing, and red--
whisper of love to him nightly.
Year ten--the golden waves are gone, replaced by the career
woman's practical bob; the once-red and alluring lips, now
often unenhanced, sweetly sing "Go to sleep, O my babies"
and describe her day. She speaks at him, eyes focused elsewhere.
He listens, his gaze directly on her, still enthralled with all
that is her world, grieving the gradual diminishing of their
world. Details of his day bounce off her retreating back.
Still, his heart is warm; his eyes, on her.
At night he reaches for her, often seeing that her eyes are closed.
posted April 25, 2016
July 8, 2017, entered in Daniel Turner's The Eyes Have It Contest
January 29, 2020, entered in Brian Strand's Contest 660
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
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