The tale of these eyes

You say that my eyes are telling 
but how could you even know
How my whole mind is softly rumbling
holding still with heavy breaths feels quite so humbling
and patiently attempting to wait 
for an unspoken permission to move closer 
is something we both without saying anticipate.
I invite you to take this sacred leap with me
lavishly allowing my eyes to tell you this story 
of how I ache this moment to be unbroken 
And how these uncharted pieces of my being 
are curiously looking for yours to be awoken
wanting to be messily and utterly entangled with
and fall beyond anyone else’s reach to the fields of unknown

to be beautifully lost in their own myth.

Carefully fixing my eyes into yours 
like my aim is to be intentionally pulled 
into the mids of your mind’s obscures. 
That feels like the sole way to get close enough 
I’m almost able to see and feel your thoughts.
Just by dwelling in your eyes 

when you answer to my impatient and thirsty stare
I enjoy sensing your urge building up 
like there is not a single moment to spare.
I indulge myself with your hunger 
as much as I inhale your kindness and calm
How otherworldly it can feel
to be met with such a gaze of astonishment
and this steady hand in my palm 
How it turns into a shared wide smile 
pulling us back to our seats with a giggle 
which makes this all seem partly so surreal.

As you approach me with your intentions 
so pure and yet firmly so willing
to undress my innocence again tonight
as the dusk will slowly be turning into daylight.
Your eyes are telling me a tale of their own
and this is a story I am listening and sensing 

with every fiber of my skin entering your zone.
Our eyes start devouring each other 
while the touch is filled with this longing intention
We are like two bare souls being so afraid
of the time running out on us and being suddenly pulled away 
by any given second and being estranged.
We cling to our lips to drink from the cup 
of shared breaths taking us to another realm
we think the sand is running out from the non existing hourglass
so we keep eating up every single grain of each other 

and carry on pouring a thirsty cup after another

as long as the dusk and morning light keeps us.



Running my fingertips along your side
moving to touch your collar bone 
feeling your blood stream tide
sensing your chest rising as you take deep breaths.
I am floating in this weightless state of an awe
while looking at you on the sly feeling rather raw
you look so absolutely eased laying in your peace 
your eyes just quietly watching the ceiling
which in this moment feels ever such healing.
Your hand under your head and the other one 

wrapping me to your side softly stroking my back 
your touch feeling warm as the sun.
Two beings resting bare and existing unbound
gently laying blessings and reverence on each other’s skin 
like this is an everlasting countdown.

These soothing evenings and nights melt me to atoms
while I secretly rejoice this quiet and comfortable coexistence 
as I like keeping these fragile moments to myself.
Sensing the pulse of life itself in these hours of connection 
and deep admiration towards another human being with devoted affection.
As those instants are merging the light within us and into our eyes
honoring the space we are in and entering 
which is about to be unveiled and realized.