My Weakness Is Your Eyes

I saw you standing, I saw you lost in thought,
your face contorted with the idea you had caught.
At a wrinkle of your nose your gaze falls on me
with that misgiven look of wisdom & poetry.
I know not to let your trap me with your deceptions & lies,
my immunity is not bulletproof & my weakness is your eyes.
I loved you once because I couldn’t help it.
I loved you twice because I was a fool.

My days are empty, my nights are barren.
You are right next to me, but you are only starin’.
Your daggers pierce me as if I were crazy, as if this were all my fault.
It’s not I that gave up on reason, it was not I who cast my lot.
Experience tells me to avoid the traps & mines you have placed
but your eyes are arsenic kisses, sweat & poisonous to taste.
I loved you once because I couldn’t help it.
I loved you twice because I was a fool.

I watch you walk away, the way you move still sparks my lust.
Threads of regret play with my brain, like you played with my trust.
Once again you find the means to assign me the blame.
I’m hoping for a new outcome, but each result is the same.
I can resist your words & your tears and the moisture between your thighs.
I resist massages & kisses. You know my weakness is your eyes.
I loved you once because I couldn’t help it.
I loved you twice because I was a fool.

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copyright Skippy / Adrian Smith -- 2000
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