Your eyes sparkle more than they used to
More than I noticed before at least
unsure if the glisten under the light naturally
and I was just blind to it.
Or if it’s my presence that makes your irises iridescent
only when I catch your gaze.
What a privilege.
And when you look at me
you look inside me.
Undoing, unzipping, revealing
the layers I had stitched up tightly.
The rest of the room doesn’t exist
when your pupils dance in line with mine.
Undress me with your stare.
One look and
my underwear has fallen to my knees.