What’s with the eyes that stare down on me?
Looking straight into my eyes.
Just a few freakin’ seconds of looking into the black (or brown) and white
Of tunnel vision.
Seeing first the black hole that is the pupil (that scarily would not dilate nor constrict)
Then the eyes
The feminine lashes (unfortunately I’ve got none)
Then the whole face.
I just want to know what you have seen in me.
What I have seen in you.
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