When The Eyes Look At The Eyes

the room is crowded and the chairs are fully occupied
what i see are mouths
strange but i know sometimes how to

make an abstract,
sometimes i like to see the eyes as fishes
swimming and silvery
the eyelashes as waves
and retina
jellyfish, trying to cope up with the change of the seasons
blue to pale
peace to this entangled points of views

one day
i am caught unaware and i see eyes as eyes
and there is this meeting
that shakes my whole being

it is joy and i savor every minute of it
there is this smile that seem to last forever
and i look at it
for a very long time like i have known what eternity is

infatuation with youth
that must be that, i am melting before some feet
my hands wanting to reach for another set of hands
asking for help what to do with love
disappearing to the face of my small earth
thin air
i am breathing it i am breathing it mercilessly

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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