visual contact

In this life, nothing seems more beautiful Than the visual contact. Yet, there are times when it's not beautiful. And it hurts, it hurts so much. Cold, hollow gazes, That kill when they settle on their victim. That disgusted, angry gaze, Of pure, unadulterated hatred. BUT there are also beautiful gazes. That admire, adore, love, And give you warmth. When they stare at me intently, With a little smile on their face, And I understand everything and more. I need no explanation, Just your eyes and mine, Without any distraction. In this dance of gazes, We speak volumes without words, Embracing the silent language, That only the eyes can understand. For in that moment of connection, We find solace, In the beauty of visual contact, In this intricate journey of life.