Eyes

Lightening lady,
with the beasts’ fires
started, by your love,
within my mind.
I’m torn –
each time your vagrant,
dust blown, spies
are lined with mine –
between our ties.

And as I lie
dumb (naked) and, most probably,
asleep:

The dreams that fill this head,
and are of you,
are mine to keep.

Though eagerly I reach
for your sweet love to find me.
Every time you look
I fear what it is
you think you see.