He stares at me with those
Lock-key eyes
That let nothing out
And fewer things in

He cuts through me with those
Lock-jawed eyes
That are angry like fire
But cool in watery peacefulness

He answers me with those
Lock-heart eyes
That beat on the inside
But are shriveled and black
To me

She whispers this to her journal,
The one I read on her face as I
Stare back with those
Lock-heart eyes
Of mine