Poetry

My darling has got tiger-eyes that sometimes glisten
as if a golden colour is hidden deep in the brown,
as if the darkness of them
holds a hidden kind of light
 
and so my darling’s eyes do glisten
gold as the sun
that hangs in an open blue sky
as if with the heat of them
she wants to cover my skin.
 
Sometimes I want to be lost in the depths of her eyes,
sometimes I want to be soulless,
want to forget myself totally
and only want to know of our love.