It's Your Eyes

Honey, it's your eyes,
your solitary eyes which enchant me and
make me feel alone in a crowd should I
stare into them
(and I do, Lord knows I do)
to get lost in their depths
submerssed in them like an ocean of mirth
and Onyx,
staring back at me

and it's my eyes which are guided like a child
following the outline of your figure,
forming a canvas,
waiting for my imagination to stroke
your every line and detail,
committed to memory like
each curve and freckle is
essential
to how I see you
staring back at me with those
solitary, beautiful, eyes.