The Eyes Of Yours Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

The eyes of mine
Can't help be attracted
To your eyes, I see
You as a siren
Whose siren voice
Is in freeze frame

Or like a polaroid
Goes from a blank slate
And within seconds
The picture is developed
Like an analogy
Of your development

To and from child
To instant beauty,
Your crimson lips,
Befuddle me to nervousness
For not ever having had
My first kiss,

Where my imagination wanders
Open mouth in wait for marriage
To the day I slightly tilt my head
Just a bit, close my eyes
And stick out my tongue...
And kiss like in the movies

Hollywood taught
Me ways of living,
To live to the utmost
And make up for the sin
Of squandering youth,
Past before...

Latent image in mind,
Natural hypnosis to a love
My mind strays
Your smile proves
The maxim that you are pretty...
Oh, so pretty, divine beauty