Scrying Eyes

 

Our hair bleeds into the pillow cases, streaking;

  Eyes scrying into one another. 

Your face is a velvet dream, closing the veil's curtain, 

So you can look into me, 

So YOU can be seen. 

My pasts muck up the hail storms in me...

 Our hair intermingled in Tornados' winds and tips touching 

As I stare lengthwise into your soul, world passing

  As I touch your face 

And feel your skin beneathe my fingered tips...

  Your eyes, already swimming in my uncanny ends of deep

I hear all you need to say, and touch your heart, on the other side of your chest, feel you beneathe my fingered flesh...

Long to whisper to you 

The long lost "I love You"... 

So I do.