when i look into your eyes
my mind is sprung with a world of clichés,
as i compare them to the silence of the sky
just before the thunder breaks.
tears are like mist falling as chiffon
over the curve of a mountainside,
the large lady of brown and green
smiling serenely back at me.
i pretend your expression is one
of reservation, not pride.
eyes are the window to the soul, they say,
but really they
are more like a hole
leading straight to your brain
and i guess if i took them out
there'd be a myriad of clouds
stumbling with rain.
your eyes are framed
with lashes like trees
and the glances you hand out
lash out like a whip
and my skin is on fire every time
your gaze brushes my lip
then travels down towards my hip.
i swear i feel my heartbeat skip.
my words are an arrow,
my stupidity the tightly-drawn string,
i pull back and take a breath
and let go, eyes widening
as i watch the path my thoughts create
and wonder if they'll hit the mark
and a sigh escapes my lips as they
are flung forward and i pray
it works and i wince as they -

miss.