i cannot trust

the hidden language

or the cursive script

of your bold eyes

for they lend me not

a receipt in paper

of the exchange

they make with mine

what sorcery is this

to leave me roaming

in the desert of insomnia

to render my sleep barren

by stealing my sanity

from behind a silken veil

that hides everything

but those eyes of yours

is this a fair dealing,

oh haunting enchantress,

to tie me down with them,

the memories of your orbs,

oh those moonlit windows

that open into your soul

yet reveal nothing

of the shady interior

such a hopeless victim i am

of your drunken glances

and those drugged eyelids

that droop low in a haze

of the smokey champagne

spilled all over the floor

of my oh so helpless heart

that has no sense anymore

what do i do with this

intense longin' in my chest

the doesn't let me live

'n' doesn't let me die too

alas! no one warned me

about the poison of eyes

that sting in carefree times

to snatch all care afterwards

Author's Note