Them Eyes

Them eyes, them eyes —
mesmerize,
pull me into oceans wide.
I never told you,
but I hide
from open seas
and shifting tides.

Still I’d drown —
no fear, no cries —
if I could swim
inside your skies.

Them eyes, them eyes —
they haunt me still.
I'd know that look
on any hill.
In any life.
Through any thrill.
They stop the clocks.
They bend my will.

Burned into my cortex clean,