Writing: Retina Burn

Eyes meet eyes daily. Stopping gently to embrace, sometimes the ground, sometimes the sun, sometimes a ying or a yang, sometimes a soul with no name. Wandering eyes meet in shadowy places, meet in daylight savings, with no purpose but with freedom. Closed eyes fight to stay alive, when opening up becomes too hard. Eyes press eyes to see what the other holds inside, sometimes askewed, sometimes opaque, sometimes dry. Wet eyes make sunrays black with overcast. Winking eyes keep secrets, but so do closed, when the closing is merely seeking temporary refuge from the pressing of other eyes. Eyes kiss eyes, when no one is looking, but everyone sees. Bloodied eyes are drugged, drunk, pulled through the mud, and tortured by cimcumstance. Eyes make other eyes smile when the kaleidoscopes and blackholes deep in thought align like planetary phenoms, or lunar eclipsing. Eyes eclipse me.