Brown and round large flecks of gold
the kind of thing a person could get lost in
lashes so long they reach for the sky
afraid to look for fear of being lost in them
As if they look right through me
so warm so unafraid seeking out my face
when the sun hits them the gold shines so bright
it takes my breath away
Never really noticed until you were inches from my lips
how they drink in everything around each look a little more
every feeling so expressed inside those lash framed eyes
so easy to fall in one look is all it takes
Feeling them on me turning to see their beauty
never wanting to stop transfixed by the colors
by the emotion wrapped within only wanting more
reach into my soul just a look and I am yours
Deborah Horton Writing 