Her Eyes And Mine

My feet touch the ground, eyes pan around

Feet like mine

But eyes so different

What when the eyes meet.

Two sets of eyes. Both look deeper. Or so the flesh suggests.

Her eyes, not my flesh

My eyes, not her flesh

A grave absence of flesh

Her eyes and mine

The eyes looked deeper. 

Windows to the soul, hers were the ocean

The rough pebbles, the broken shells, the touch

of lovers, the dream castles, the foraging insects, the promising sunset

The ocean takes whatever is left by

The ocean alone knows what had once remained

A grave absence of flesh

Her eyes and mine

Two sets of eyes

She steps onto me

Perhaps a mistake, 

The eyes that never looked away, push to see the faulty bruise

I see my feet touching the ground

But hers above the air 

Did not the eyes look deeper? 

Alas! No flesh to suggest