eyes
our eyes speak volumes
it's deafening at times
the quiet is so loud
i feel the blood rushing
rushing to my hot spot
drumming in my brain
fluttering thru my stomach
pulsing in my ears
grabbing at my heart
blasting over the miles
and i know i don't ever
have to say a thing
never need to tell you
what i feel
cuz i know...
you feel it all
and your eyes...
i see them lingering there
behind closed lids
in my awake dreams and at night
you're so in me,
so a part of my every move
you anticipate my thought patterns
and echo my passion perfectly
we say so much
without a spoken word
so don't ever be redundant
or try to simplify this love
cuz i'm oh so aware
so alive n hot n ready
always waiting for those phrases
those urgent words and chants
you scream at me
thru your eyes
like that one song
i always crank up in the car,
throwing back my head n singing,
like that song i always want to hear
...your eyes
are music to my ears
Stumble It!
posted by brokenpoetrygirl at 12:05 AM
6 Comments:
our eyes are ponds
with mute fish living swimming
and loud dragon flies hunting
and tadpoles rushing
your brain lives deep in there
like an old drum
like an old stomach
like an old heart
that traveled miles and miles
we feel all
we feel all
we know little
but we feel all
and our eyes are ponds
and the surface of the water,
closed lids
I am awake
you're awake
we're all awake
one inside one
two inside two: perfect passions
without a written word.
your eyes
are waters (and I was thirsty).
===
thank you!
wow...no, thank YOU!
that was beautiful:) love it.
//the quiet is so loud
i feel the blood rushing//
screaming silence I call it,overwhelming,vast, oncontrollable..
You've got chops..
You've got images of love;
eyes, aplenty,
rushing towards your words...
...*See!:
They reflect,
Us;
reflecting you,
as we open ourselves,
in these eyes,
of Yours.
**
xx,Will
( http://will69b.wordpress.com )
Nice place here, poetry and all!
great, excellent
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