Undoing

Your eyes sparkle more than they used to

More than I noticed before at least

and I’m

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

isn’t there

when your pupils dance in line with mine.

As you

Undress me with your stare.

 

Good grief

One look and

my underwear has fallen to my knees.

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