by JaeAll I can see are your eyes and I am lost and found.
I’ve heard of magic and the power of the eye, the window to the soul.
I was not aware that it would be my soul that I would see.
I am so gracefully and gently captured in your being.
So selfishly, I just want to hold you. To feel the pleasure generated in my being. For eternity and yet just a matter of seconds, I am alive.
All I can think is to hold on to the bewilderment. I do not care who you were or where you came from, all rules were broken.
Just hold on to your eyes, my soul states. The woman, that woman, could she be my woman?
Woman, who are you? To be able to promise me joy unending, life to live and fullness only one grown could contemplate.
To prepare for you, I now understand the pain, my pain, and I ain’t mad at nobody.
That at this time, I may recognize and am prepared for your eyes, my ayes, and all the times it was yes.
Now I know, what is possible. I sleep tonight with you in my mind’s arms, spooned in my soul.
I am grateful.
