Your Eyes

Watercolor by Claire Scott

Your eyes, they tell much more

Than your mouth.

Your slender smiling moving mouth,

Making words out of sounds

Sentences out of words

Thoughts out of sentences.

But your words don’t tell me a thing.

Small talk gibberish is not what holds us in place.

The fire behind your eyes

Fuels mine

And mine yours.

The crescendo of heat keeps me with you.

To stray out of this radiating warmth

Would be to step away

From what

We live for.

For we live to be alive.

I know you do. In your eyes, that is what I see.

Oh stranger, what a spark I have found.

What flint we are!