Eyeball Poem by Peter Adeyi

Rotating, turning, looking at me
trapped by mine, just at a glance
amazing at the power such black object produce
from left to right, the movement of seductive looks
from up, down, the essentiality of voiceless anger
our clashes renders me emotionally downgraded
when those balls of ours meet,
nothing but shyness I feel
but for maturity and your beauty I smile
though it took me moments, time and seconds
I cannot but say
You have a wonderful eyeball.