sometimes we kiss, and

Sometimes he
keeps his eyes open, when we kiss. I wonder why,
observing this from beneath
lowered lashes. Does he fear
missing a trick or being tricked by
some duplicity on my part? my concealed
boredom, or malice or maybe
indifference? or is it - perhaps - a hunger to
inhale it all? or does he seek
my awareness, connection I deny
shutting my eyes? I wonder at this.
I wonder if. I wonder now, of
course, cause when we kiss
the wonder of this (being this, having this)
just takes my breath away, and yes, his gaze
does it too. And while I love the heat
contained in it, I do like it best
when his eyes slide to a close - not quite willing
that loss of sight, but sighs make up for
a lot, and yes, yes, yes to those trembling lashes
- the gentlest caress.