Touch me with only your eyes;
Caress my cheek with a soft stare.  
Show me that you can be gentle
With only your eyes.

And maybe I might let you in;
Into my eyes too.
Where our gazes attach to one another
Through the dust that lingers in the air.  

Then your hands may meet mine;
The skin draped over my bones.
Or perhaps the heart that is buried deep
Inside of this tired and hollow frame of a body.

But for now;
Touch me with only your eyes.
Soft and slow.