your eyes

your eyes pierce me,
and I am speechless;
and I do not know
what you are looking for:
so I am not sure
whether I want to have it,
or wish that it wasn't there.

so, if you get a minute,
could you just let me know,
so that I can try
to make the appropriate

but please, whatever you do,
don't stop looking.

February 7, 2009.

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