In eyes.

Me too, my friend,
my Dark Prince.
I left it behind
on accident.
Thought about
what was left for
days but really
found something
in nothing
instead.
Finding solice
in solitude,
you said,
perfectly reminded
me of how easy it is -
Rarely do you let
me finish my thoughts,
instead cut me off - but
To answer your
question;
I'm finding that
watching the back,
tracing touchless
fingertips
along the spine
is better than -
revisioning
ravishings
marked in
translucent light.
I have yet to figure out
how to do as you say,
to hold eye contact,
but that will come
as eye contact
can be more
solidary than
a glance just
past, to the
horizon of
daydreams.
Deepset grey is
there -
just beneath
a purple haze,
waiting to breach
the silence,
and if I were to write
her, and you,
together we'd
make coal
for the
christmas
season.
We all have
something to
hide.
Indeed, my friend,
my Dark Prince.
The trouble is
it shows through
my eyes.