Finding Your Eyes
As I diligently try to get my arms around 45 years’ worth of my poetry in readiness for publishing my ‘Love & Loss’ collection, I come across long-forgotten poems that seem to be screaming, “Pick me!” This is one of those poems.
I don’t remember when I wrote it, but I have a feeling that it wasn’t based on any one specific personal experience. Always a voracious reader and avid movie fan, the romantic in me would often be hooked by the turn of a phrase or a specific scene, and I’d want to take it and make it my own. This one makes me think of Brief Encounter, but that might be because the guy in accompanying image that I generated reminds me of Trevor Howard. If you’ve never watched that movie, do yourself a favor and block off an afternoon, have a large box of Kleenex tissues a the ready, and sit back and enjoy!
Finding Your Eyes
Finding your eyes
Holding your gaze
Speaking rapidly and excitedly
Yet with nothing voiced
Our ardent conversation
So rich and full of promise
Quite literally plays out
Within the blinking of our eyes
Questions asked and answered
Passions broached and embraced
Desires voiced and echoed
Intent stated and readily welcomed
Joining and sharing together
In the most imperceptible of smiles
The meeting of our minds
Foretells the meeting of our bodies