Those eyes.
The night we met
Sent me in a trance.
Lingering over a jukebox
Silver in my hands
Sharing fresh fries in the diner.
It started with a glance
The rest of the night fell into place
Outlined details I would’ve dreamt of later.
As the hourglass emptied
Dread krept over
Time escaped us.
Those eyes.
Leaving me torn in different directions.
Shove me against a wall
But play with my hair and call me pretty.
I lie in bed now
Wrapped in cotton
Picture you here
Imagining your skin bare
Running my fingertips down your spine
Leaving you with more than just my finger prints.
The idea of calling you mine
Brings life into the hairs on my neck.
Piercingly blue.
Those eyes.