We speak,
My face toward the ground
taking my face u ask,
"Why do you speak to the floor
instead of me, my eyes."
I reply, "Your eyes sway in away
too hard to grasp
Your pupils make me
tense and unstable
Looking through your eyes
is like looking through black holes
with deep dimensions
Vortex's with bright colors
Spinning,
Shinning,
Circling, around me.
Your eyes say,
'Come let me show you what I have to offer.'
Like hands extended toward me,
Grabbing me,
Pulling me,
into the very redness of you
It makes me wanna climb those high rocks
to the very openness of you
But,
I don`t,
Climbing faster then I`m suppose to
makes me dizzy
Trapped,
Wrapped up,
Intertwined in the veins
stuck in guck
what we know as
LOVE"
