The Capture of the Eyes

    I wrote some poems about the eyes because I have always seen them as the portal to the soul. So much can be spoken or understood in one glance.

Stares

I sensed a brush, an iris pair, 

Upon my blind averted back; 

Their fingers reached to smother me--

Such subtle touch with hands unseen. 

Their power grew as moments passed, 

My hair, my arms, all gripped in stares;

And I too shy to break the vise, 

The breath-like capture of the eyes. 

Release! I prayed with whispered words

As salt drops clung upon my brow;

No more could I bear the attack;

I found their gaze-- the hands fell slack.