She has eyes
like those of tameless lions
brown reflections of dark souls sleeping
They take me like dreams.
She’s laughing
lids are tightening, and lashes touch
Her eyes disappear
and reappear, out-loud,
returning water from a tightening tummy
She looks out again
I begin to sketch her deeper into a poem
Open orbs close once more
inspiring the masterpiece further
Her round cheeks posing a smile for my flowing ink pen
When the page turns, she blinks
My beating heart stops
Her eyes are bare again
like those of tameless lions
brown reflections of dark souls sleeping
They take me like dreams