Friday night,
bright lights
at the corner of the square
where we don't know each other (yet).
Our eyes locked.
There were no keys.
Our gaze kissed.
Who would have thought that I'd be so hooked
with those brown eyes.
Lips were silent.
Hearts weren't.
I thought it was the start of some fireworks.
Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't.
But the way you stared smelled like poison.
It was not blank.
It did not lie.
The transparency amused and terrified me.
I would love to dig deeper and enter the universe that it holds.
What would it taste like?
I am scared to be consumed without a fight.
Friday night,
dim lights
Our eyes locked.
I am searching for the keys.