Warm Brown Eyes by: Rose Clifford
When his eyes stare into mine,
I can never be sure how I got here-
Standing on the precipice of need.
Seemingly incoherent are my worries.
But, feeling deeply, makes me think deeply.
Could I be that one, nestled in his thoughts,
At night when we are so very far apart?
Certainly I am neutral, colorless – bland.
Those eyes, his eyes-
They imprint in mine, with so much love
That I cannot understand inside my insecurities.
All I know is that my loneliness becomes nothingness in those eyes.
When I stare in them I see something new,
Someone better – beautifully symmetrical in body and mind.
So, now, now I must finally confess-
I feel whole in his warm brown eyes.