Irises

You have wit, you have that gleam

that gleam in your eye that reminds me

of a daydream.

Your irises are a magician's act

one day I think I could describe them

green, gray, blue, I've never known in fact.

Nor does it matter what is the essence of their hue

what matters is what you see in me

and what I see in you.

My browns are muddy and opaque 

but an undeniable light fastens

with the caresses you leave in your wake.

My gaze looks for you, begs for your own

you're eager to please it 

to feed the hungry love we've grown.

Do not hide what I have found,

for the silent words translated in our gazes

have left me bound.