I have trained my eyes to focus
mainly on a woman’s lips
when conversing face-to-face,
because it’s too easy to slip
into eye contact –
transfixed by the stories eyes can tell.
Yes, without even an utterance
her eyes can cast a spell.
These windows to the soul
are like the Sirens of Greek myth
luring sailors to their doom
through the destruction of their ships,
but I aim to stay afloat,
and this is why I rarely gaze.
Passing glances possibly,
but my focus never stays
upon the eyes.
For mine have led me
into dan-ger-ous terrain.
Oh yes, eye contact was to blame,
so I no longer play that game
with my emotions.
The gaze can act
as the most vile of lust potions –
immersing me in situations
without proper preparations,
and that is not a position
I wish to be in yet again.
I'm at my best keeping it friendly,
wielding my heart in my own hands.
So I look away.
-HymnAgen
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