Matthew Holway

Her Eyes - Poem by Matthew Holway

She sat in a screaming profound abandoned silence, for she needs no words, and my arms find reason, my heart discovers its beat. Nor could I put a worded envelope around this fire. Yet I cradled that silence and needed, nor knew of anything else, and time itself could stop for all I care, nor could accept nor perceive of any other soul enveloping me now, and the tick tock of the clock cruelly throws me along, like a slippery slope, dragging me down, along and through the vision. Yet the morning is stilted, programmed, designed, naked and staggering. I slipped out through the vague profound silence, suddenly so alone, every part of me so abruptly offered now, stolen from me, from my resisting soul to the candle light burning questioningly in the blue depth of my eyes’ desire, my eyes starved of hers, so needing, so fulfilled, and her eyes still heavily upon me, as my body is torn into the cold silence, her soft words, and the blaze of her eyes tearing away so, eating away at the kaleidoscope of my mind, fooling and making believe, her dark eyes so silently penetrating, penetrating every part of me, pervading and consuming like drowning so slowly, fear released and abandoned, relinquished, starved, so found and so lost in the depth of her eyes, cutting through me now..

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009

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