Poetry Submission #5

Those eyes...
Those eyes stole my words,
My thoughts floating somewhere
Beyond any reasonable grasp.
The stare, that gaze
Slowing the flow of blood to my brain.
Every particle of my being
Tingling, frozen with inescapable desire for
Those eyes.
Those eyes pulling me into
Irretrievable submission
Following the path from them to me to
My self ensnared by the piercing depth of
Those eyes...
Cold, but alive with an intense passion
Filtered by few fluttering blinks--
I breathe, but only briefly as
Lid and lash lift revealing
Lucid, hazel green flecks abundant
Clarifying these miraculous ethereal orbs,
Windows to anything, everything, something
Bottled into one casual look, a glance as
Awakened from a dream,
A silent prayer those windows never close,
Dreaming lost eternal in
Those eyes.