Treading eyes Afloat from a pool of liquor As the liver overloads. A hand Around a red cusp traces mine, Clocking hearts in for overtime. The burning of a Gaze overtaking The cherry suns, Warming inhibition. So on occasions rare It only takes two eyes to see what thirty cannot. Eyes locking lashes Lassoing souls together. Two bodies bow tied to one. Stitching fingers to perfection With hands Creating a cocoon around her chest. Waiting for her wings to grow.