Les yeux...

No: eyes that pierce my heart
and - sorry for poetic nonsense - drive
sharp darts into me

Eyes that do close exclusively at night
when mine do so, as well

Eyes that - I wish it wasn't so -
exist with double weight and double size
only in my imagination, in my vain, god-forsaken brain!

Eyes -

One second, love, I need to concentrate
I need to memorise -
Do not distract me so - do not...

Ah no!
This is the same **** thing, the same **** pair
of home made lies

I'd rather not part this time, though.
No - I would rather stay.

But look (I look), why don't we keep in touch,
or stay, as we have always been, apart: but one?

For I can say that much:

an aching heart is half as painful
if it knows that it is aching.

for then it also knows
the nicer part

the pain that equals
love.