You hate your eyelashes and I always wonder why.
They draw out your face
& majestify your eyes.
I get lost in the length somewhere along the way
& am removed from my current place into your enigmatic space.
Do you know how you turn me on?
On levels beyond messy sex.
On a level that can't be touched & felt,
Caressed or pressed.
I'm put on a level that only your eyelashes can reach.
Those long, frail, voluptuous eyelashes
That always catch my eye in the glorious light
& draw my face to yours in the darkness of our fights.
I hope you'll learn to embrace what I see in those
Long-ass eyelashes you despise on levels that still conflict me.
