YOUR EYES (for Jay, who opened mine)

by Mik

I love your eyes. They are more than the window to your soul. They are the portal to a universe that I didn't know existed.

I know you see things that mere mortals never could; plots and possibilities, worries and wonders.

I watch your eyes in meetings; heavy-lidded, apparently bored, but missing no detail. People underestimate you. People are fools.

I watch your eyes as you work; searching, quick, finding patterns in seemingly unrelated things. Making a portrait from bits of matter like a puzzle.

I watch your eyes as we make love; you are always silent, but your eyes are filled with entreaty.

I grunt, I swear, I roar, but you watch me; eyes fixed on mine in mute appeal, hips rocking forward, fingers tangled in the bedclothes.

I try to keep your gaze as long as possible, until I see the fireworks, the comets, the supernovas in your eyes. Or maybe they're reflected from mine.

I make one last thrust; you close your eyes, and I'm falling, swirling, swimming inside you.

And when I open mine again yours are closed; sated, content, at peace.

I love your eyes.

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