Your Blue Eyes

Blue light setting lotus-style in your A-frame in the countryside

Stillness slides the door and walks inside

Candle on the windowsill burnt wickless through our low-lit meal

Heaven only knows what you hide

In your blue eyes, in your sly smile



Tangerine on both your hands smells strong as the tobacco-can

Roll me up a smoke if you don't mind

Touch me like that afternoon when your friends would all be over soon

And you said, “What the hell, we'll make the time”

With your blue eyes, in your slight smile