When I look into your eyes, I am motionless.
I fear the slightest movement will wobble the idea of you.
When I look into your eyes, my eyes can’t focus.
They get lost in the gaze of you.
When I look into your eyes, my mind quivers.
All my wild blood goes into this silent intercourse with you
conceiving a possibility of something anew.
When I look into your eyes, you are a blur.
I try to see you clearly, instead
I see the risk of being happy.
A clean, well-lighted place. 