Monday, March 8, 2010

Quicksand Eyes

Looking at your eyes,
I am frozen.
Like Medusa,
they turn me to stone.

Looking at your eyes,
I am alive.
Like Dr. King,
they give me a dream.

Looking at your eyes,
I am mesmerized-
like a deer,
and they are the headlights.

Looking at your eyes,
I am trapped.
Like quicksand,
they pull me in.

Take me away
in your quicksand eyes-
where clouds are perfect
in eternal summer.

Take me away
in your quicksand eyes-
to bare foot days
and secret laughter.

Take me away
in your quicksand eyes-
to sleepless nights
with no regrets.

Looking at your eyes,
your quicksand eyes,
I know
you can take me everywhere.

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