Feral Eyes

Your eyes see the glimmer
Of sweat on a brow;
The cold damp worry
Of a man at the end of his rope.
They see the small
Upward curve;
Not quite a smile.
Begging you to act.

The way a person will
Touch themselves.
Wishing someone else
Would just take over.
Those light blue halos
Listen better than ears
To a language more deep
More enriched with
Sensuality.

They also tell a story.

My feral eyes watch.
I see movements in you
Even you are unaware of.
The tension in your eyelids
Tells of fear, distress, or worry.
Eyebrows a fraction of an
Inch closer when you're angry;
Your extended jaw sometimes
A fraud.

I see more than the movements.
I see the motivation.
I... with my feral eyes... detect
The desires and will of your body.
Your nature, shouting out
Proclamations
Telling stories
Illustrated beautifully
In your cruel
Blue
Halos