(‘Ask me why and I’ll spit in your eye’ - The Smiths)
Pinch the rogue flesh slipping from my jeans,
Dig each thumb and forefinger into my hand,
Scratch me with that caress and turn when I blush,
Let the fire wash over my face whilst pretending not to realise.
Leave me be even though our legs are intertwined,
Please leave me be even though our mouths talk and share,
Leave me be even though we embrace with your lips stroking my ear,
Please leave me be even though our eyes collide.
Because I could drown in those dimples, melt from that icy smile,
Get lost in those hollow pupils; crumble in your hold,
Mould into your palm, deform beneath your body,
Be cut by your cheekbone, get tangled into the hairs on your legs,
Be swallowed by your eyes, the crashing waves of your delaying lids,
Swallowed by your eyes, you can’t whisper melodies to cure this,
By your eyes, which enchant, entrap, enthral me,
Your eyes, which could shut so I must refute, refuse, remain blind.
I close mine when we speak, restrict them when we kiss, restrain them when we touch
Because I could be swallowed by your eyes, which can’t love me,
Swallowed by your eyes, so ask them to leave me be,
By your eyes, we say ‘bye’.
You ask why.
It’s your eyes,