Those blue eyes follow me everywhere.
I am trying to ignore them.
They steal into my brain,
And lay in wait for weakness
To strike and draw me back.
Bind me in the blue cords which jettison from them
And wrap around me until I find the strength
To wiggle out of them
And exhausted lay on my own bed.
In confusion, I want their warm sensuality.
In confusion, I cannot bear the way they cut into me and
Slice my heart open,
Again and again.
I opt out, for a whole life.
Not to constantly be stitching up the pieces of my heart
strewn across the horizon.
But the piercing blue eyes
are committed to my memory.
Bittersweet, and sad.