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
And mine yours.
The crescendo of heat keeps me with you.
To stray out of this radiating warmth
Would be to step away
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!