your eyes
translate your inner conflicts
immaculately
they shed tears
when skewed by innocence
or when you rise in love

I always see your eyes
when i visit that cafe
and in the shadow of
all the noises of food and cutlery
I sneak my glances
at you
not so deliberately
or so it appears

if someone could sue me for being lustful
towards your eyes
I will go broke

that smile
spoils my character
it's like meditation
I lose myself
all the while

the combination
is tyrannical
for my beliefs