Witching Eyes (2024)

In a wistful instant
the black stares back
striking sparks, ripping insides
without the shield of a cold heart

In that blissful black silence, the flesh revives
on mirrors pleading come
to stars guiding my sights up
without the desire to stop

Living in a pair of witching eyes

That touch every garden’s secret path
with endearing brightness
and black-jam softness
inviting ache