We sit across the table,
Your eyes on mine.
They do not falter,
Those brown pools of mystery,
they intrigue me.
Searching every inch of mine,
to find something within.
Hands.
Rough and calloused.
But strong and exploring. Examining mine.
And hair as dark as the night sky.
Later
We stand.
Side by side.
Water pouring over us
as I wonder
Why you play these games.
Your eyes on mine.
They do not falter,
Those brown pools of mystery,
they intrigue me.
Searching every inch of mine,
to find something within.
Hands.
Rough and calloused.
But strong and exploring. Examining mine.
And hair as dark as the night sky.
Later
We stand.
Side by side.
Water pouring over us
as I wonder
Why you play these games.
