In my eyes

It's there, of you look closely. There's a shining light in my eyes.

It's iridescent and compulsive, it draws you in. These eyes have seen so many things that you can only imagine as these lips describe them.

These eyes bore witness to covert images, things they should not have seen. Your secrets. And they became my secrets too.

My eyes glimmer like the eyes in the feather of a peacock. Alive and compelling just daring you to come closer and ask me what I've seen.