Eye of the Storm

Posted on May 20, 2010

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Soft brown eyes
Flirt with mine
Watching my gaze
Catching my sight

I feint a move
He falters
but catches on

He settles on my lips
leaving a palpable kiss
just as they part
to form half-hearted retorts

The mood shifts
The rules change
It’s no more a game
it’s war

Fiery eyes meet cheeky smile
and forgotten protests
slowly dissolve

A truce is called
and a white flag now flies
at half mast

Posted in: Poetic rambles