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Author: * Beauty Solon - 2 Posts on this thread out of 914 Posts sitewide.
Date: Aug 18, 2007 - 11:40

I appeal to your heart
It is not of my blame.

HIS are the eyes that startled my being
and captured my soul without consent.
From the first moment they saw through me, looked into me..
Warm, passionate, comforting, understanding, sympathizing, adoring, twinkling,
questioning, scrutinizing, possessing, caressing, undressing, freeing....

I challenged them with doubts of validity
accusingly, sarcasticly, fearfully
manuvering, concealing, rewarding....

It has always been an uneasy, yet most pleasureable experience
often encouraging my conceit and other times my insecurities
and though I fake nudge for release
I'm unceasingly left craving for just one more glance.

The exchanges were too blissful to discount concern!
Will in time those same eyes hide from me with lack of fidelity?
Like a knife through the veins of my existance?
Leaving me bled of my sacred essence?
or could they slowly settle into a dull, mundane stare lacking life struggles to excite?

"my eyes seek the truth" he said to me
He cupped the sides of my head with the palms of his hands
while those adoring eyes scoured my face
I put down my guard and laid trust in the pair
Then the questions rose in my thoughts,
Could he be thinking the same thoughts as I?
Are the same doubts and pleasures within him and seen from my eyes?

He began to put pressure on both sides of my head
I stoodfast my ground and looked straight into his soul
no longer fearful but shamlessly naked to the truth
His eyes, like mine, have no answers to the future
They only seek the moment's reward!

That's when they closed and his lips
first touched mine like the morning dew to the rose.
Our existance in full balance with nature and life.

By Beauty Solon, 2007