#opia
Eyes meet,
heart fleets.
Just for a short moment.
The ambiguity of my eyes locking with those of stranger is one that I can never get used to.
What was laced in your eyes, what did you want to tell me that you were too scared to say?
Was it the colour of my eyes on warm summer's day,
or the beauty my child's smile in a rainy may?
Was it your desire to walk up to me and say hello,
or your sudden interest in the confidence I walked with?
Eyes meet,
hearts fleet,
the awkwardness that comes with knowing you have met eyes with a person you were not meant to be looking at,
the pain that stings in your heart after locking eyes with the one you owe an apology to because of your selfish morality.
Eyes meet and suddenly flutter away, look of annoyance plastered on my sister's face, saying, "can I help you?"
"Why are you staring at me?"
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 6:54 AM UTC
Not the first, nor hundredth view inside.
Masks forgotten with departed boundaries,
Tied through inner worlds and silenced words;
Stripped. Of everything but a shadowed view of depth.
With this, a fall into bottomless fragility.
A glittering lock of unknown vulnerability;
A naked tether. Souls on show.
An illuminance playing in purity below.
Outlines blurred of who, or what, we are,
With memories brought ashore in tidal waves.
After learning to float, succumb to the intricate sway
Of days spent glimpsing our reality.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
*The eyes are first to sparkle
To reveal boundless joy
The eyes shout euphoria from the very tops of every hill
The eyes are also first to glisten
Swimming in a salty pool
They blink and blink to hold them in but they won't always stay hidden
The eyes are the windows into the soul
They peer to see if it is broken
Or if it is still standing, resolutely strong and whole
The eyes can read a thousand lies
They peel back woven cloths
They offer a glimpse, a chance to check if anything is disguised
I keep my face turned away
My eyes fixed on something else
I keep my eyes averted just so I can avoid another's gaze
But when I do, when I hold
Your unwavering stare
Lightning bolts shoot through me, stirring deep and cold
A heightened awareness of every breath
Making sure to keep them steady
I keep up my end, never breaking, with all the courage I have left
Those eyes bore right into my being
A rawness fresh and apparent
Your eyes have now seen everything
I flinch, I sever the electric current*
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
Have you ever met someone so intense
Not in a normal way
but in a way that when they look at you
you feel such Opia when you gaze into their eyes
Such an intensity flows from just a glance
it feels as though they see right through you
they know your hopes, your fears, your pain
They’ve seen you through your own eyes
and it began with only a glance
Have you ever met someone so intense?
I have,
They were one of the most interesting people I knew
however, it seems
the most intense people
cause the most heartbreak
and the most heartbreak
is caused by
the most intense people
they can see into your soul with only a glance
and leave you wanting, one more chance.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
"Nobody has brown eyes like yours"
I blush for you and part with those eyes
for a view of the pebbled table
I take a sheepish sip of our tea and slide it across the rocks
You take a long drink
like I should've done
Your mouth isn't this dry.
God, I want to . . . I lick my cracked lips and go for another shot of your eyes.
They're smiling. Your mouth is still but there's a crack in the straight line of your lips. I pretend not to notice.
And a wide smile breaks across my face.
You exhale in amusement and change the song,
Skip . . . skip . . . skip . . .
Skip . . .
I laugh. Trying to set the mood?
Skip . . . skip . . . off.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Just let me see you
Let me look in your eyes
Because after five minutes
Everything will be alright
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
Opia. Noun. The ambiguous intensity of looking into someone's eyes, which can fell simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
As you lie in my arms, watching the television, you don't notice that my undivided attention is focused on you. Something I've been dreaming of for weeks, and it's finally come true. Even better, from your angle, you can't see me staring into your eyes, so I don't feel the nervous compulsion to turn away. Whether directly or not, I could drink in your eyes with mine, for hours, and they would be among the best hours of my life.
Then there's the other hand, held tightly by trepidation. I love the prospect of your eyes staring into mine, but it's not without its fears. I'm afraid you'll see all the pain and fears that I've spent the past seven years working to overcome. I'm afraid you'll see all the insecurity and doubts I have about myself. I'm afraid you'll see all the words that I long to whisper in your ear, but can't, because I'm terrified of scaring you away. I'm afraid you won't like the fact that, behind these eyes lies only pictures and thoughts of you. But most of all, I'm afraid that, unlike me, who loves every detail, and lives for moments like these, you won't love the things you see. I long for the day when you stare happily into my eyes, but I'm frightened that you won't enjoy the secrets they reveal.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC