All I See is Flame
The look in his eyes, like a flame,
Burned the air between us
Til it was not there. His eyes
Like daggers in mine, his hand
Against my spine, how could love
Be a crime?
But his eyes had a hunger,
Mine had a temptation
But not the mind to fulfil it.
His eyes skinned me,
He wore me like a designer.
His words were hammers
And fear pinned me down.
It is only when you are afraid of someone,
And you plead to them, that you really
Look in their eyes:
His deep black irises, the ice around it:
Two moons framed by fair skin,
Like phantom with a face.
His eyes were like an opera,
Such elegance, such pain,
How can someone so beautiful
Be so cruel? A brute
In cologne, rich boy face
With a kaiser heart.
A beautiful abuser,
Wealthy yet wicked.
My pleading drowned by
The sound of his temptation.
Yes, his brutal little thoughts,
I knew what they were, hidden in his head
I could see them behind his eyes like flames.
Poetry by Luke Cable 