Lend me your eyes, so I can see myself,
As you saw me that night.
Two strangers, chatting casually over dinner,
Until that moment, gesture, word or touch
That told us both the way that it would be.
As dark as my own, reflecting back to me
Passion, seduction, longing and desire,
The promise of the night that was to come.
From eyes to hands to lips, the contact spread,
Drawing us further in, and further still.
Lend me your eyes, so I can see myself.
I look in the mirror, try to find them there.
Dark eyes stare back at me, the same dark eyes
That captivated yours.
But all I see is pain.
© Melinda Belynda 23 November 2008
