Black Eyes

Black Eyes

Just because I love the hot,
close quarters of your mind
and the memories you fashion
with your busy little hands,
and your soft, gravely little voice
and your whispers of undying love
and your face as beautiful as any madonna's
and your body, who can describe that??
I need you to know
that I won't always be sucked in
with those black eyes.

If time or calamities ever bury
all of these things and more,
I could not love you out of duty or chore,
for my intense love of
what is the essense of you,
the core of you, would not allow me to enter in
where I do not belong,
where others lay claims before me.
I have no rights.
no matter how you beckon with those black eyes.

If I stole into secret chambers
where our eyes and hearts
might speak of forbidden thoughts and love
and you knew my every thought
and felt my pulse, the swoosh of coursing blood
bound for parts on fire,
just because you could,
you would squelch it all
with one look from those black eyes.

But I would speak to you as well
in case you could hear me, touch me, feel me
just before I left for hell,
to let you know
I had a life to live of my own before you came along;
because you recognize my voice, my touch,
our past, our love, our choice
even when your black eyes are blind with fury