you kiss my lips,
and after, i look into the dark spot of your eyes
and i search for your soul.
i was so sure i would find you there,
hiding behind your pupils, which have grown so wide
in the dark of the room.
your thoughts, i reckoned, would present themselves to me
like abstract art painted on the canvas of your mind.
and though i stared into your eyes i found nothing
but blue and black discs staring right back.
but if eyes are the windows to your soul,
please leave them open for me
to climb right in.