Eye Talk Poem by Diana van den Berg

It was the way sun made love to your eyes
And how they asked mine to dance,
Mesmerising them,
Wooing them,
Courting them,
Laughing with them,
Holding them waltz-gently
Then rumba-teasing,
Tango-stirring,
Paso doble-wildly ardent,
Locking them in a momentary gaze
Of then and thereafter,
Telling them the love-story
We were yet to write
Of auld lang syne
And skies still to dawn
With your hand on mine on one feather-quill,
Leaving me breathless, smiling,
Melted at the dream-bliss reality
Of your breath in my face almost accidentally,
Weak-kneed
Needing kneading knowing
There was
No
Going back
To wander-ways apart
No matter what we do or say or where,
Macushla mine.

(31 December 2011)