Twin points of light
Blinking as one
With the ferocity of the sun
Can’t stare at them for long else…
Can those eyelashes conceal the intent,
Or aid the intent to conceal?
Can beauty deceive?
Or at least alter ones attention?
Cos those eyes of hers do speak
As they bat merrily like the kiwi’s wings
Do they want you to hear what’s said?
Or just to know something was said?
Alluringly, very much so
They open as windows to the soul
A portal to the many secrets within
Revealed with every gaze.
Of feelings covered with layers of deceit
Though pretense seems a good cover, the truth finds its way out
Denial doesn’t make it all go away,
It only confirms that you have someting to say.
(c) 2011 Asala Boluwaduro