the lips of your eyes
kiss every mystery of my imagination as I wonder
where you have been
and where you have yet to escape.
Two spirals interlocking with time,
your stare is a galaxy
of emotions hidden inside the biology
of identity; two microscopes of golden brown
magnifying your surroundings
into a new science of understanding.
So I study you to find the hypothesis
of truths unrevealed and the origins
of the future unknown as your eyes,
those spectacles of innocence,
digest all the complications of this world.
You are my assignment and I am your student
as you watch the sight of me
reflecting a knowledge only we share.
We are the dissected whole
of the vision of our soul.
© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan
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