THOSE EYES
Marvelous virtuoso,
(Take care, my breast!)
The pit of my stomach! chakras all surge, agonize,
A tune, born of a master,
Fills my ear, head, and heart.
While her portrait fills my eyes.
The allegretto of music’s immortal
Mimics a power dwelling within,
Plays on a loop
as those eye search mine,
Eyes filled to brimming with sad and rage,
Piercing eyes that plea and dare,
Eyes I want to kiss,
And kiss again.
G. M. Goodwin
29 November 2014
Playing Fair and Being Kind 