POETRY: Cold Eyes


his eyes are ice cold.. But his soul burns like the flames of an furnace they hide and trace me back and forth as I try to unlock the mysteries of his sou ... 
Complex , calculated... 
I sink into them like quick sand losing my balance falling deeper and deeper into his danger zone His heart speeds up as penitentiary the walls of his heart, it's supposed to be empty but it floods with Rivers of compassion, love and lust exploding from the corners of his deepest kept secret.. 
That burning desire to feel love, to feel Connected his eyes shift.. 
Become warm from the heat coming off of his inner passion he tries to resist the irruption of our eyes connecting.. 
The meeting of our mind body and soul.. 
He's losing his grip... 
His body quakes his throat tightens.. 
The feelings of being a young child consumes him.. 
Puzzled a woman unlocking the core of his heart with one look, seeing the desires of his heart his lips shake... 
Cold eyes aren't really cold... 
Just misunderstood.

Waydine Smith | Contributing Writer