His Eyes

I look into his eyes.
It is always the eyes
that narrate the stories of lives.
His eyes jump and dart
unable to stop to start
over again with a new disguise.
There is something eager
and behind the darkness it lingers
in a chasm where a beauty resides.
The allure of passion beckons,
entraps emotion in distorted perceptions
and reduces all morality to lies.
It is his eyes that give charm to his lips,
lips upon which all reality is eclipsed.
All that I seek to deny he defies,
with just one glance from his eyes.