Our stares are locked and I'm just dangling,
In this moment we move rhythmically.
My face twitches that I fear I'm falling
Into your eyes. You stare curiously.
Icy blue points and there's simply no strain
They seem to be open down to your soul.
Oh cryptic optics, your gaze is my bane,
I'm so afraid they could swallow me whole.
Our time is up, we have to dress and go,
The same story dictates another lull.
Yet another season to reap and sow,
But your blue stare still burnt into my skull.
I am haunted by your gentlest glance,
Caught up in a moment of rushed romance.
