His Eyes

His eyes see me. Look through me, they search me and find me. They feel me and caress me. I taste their saltiness on the tip of my eyelashes. His eyes call me and sing to me ancients rhythms of love and fire. They pierce my soul and drink my essence. There is no hiding from them. And what would be the point? I want them to see me, and hold me and love me.

They recognize me from a thousand others. For centuries, we have been dancing together among the stars and on Earth. I belong to them and they know only me. Forever and always through eternity. His eyes are soft and loving. My inner light guides their way in the dark, gives them the reason of seeing. Fuels them the love they’re seeking.

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