Sunday Poem: Wistful

Eyes met

Over champagne flutes

spilling over

suppressed smiles.

Eyes danced mischief blues

flickering

beyond the hallway

 

Morse code, undefined.

Eyes fluttered as you kissed

the hollow in my neck,

the wisp of hair –

tangled,

in my pearl

Eardrops,

Teardrops.

Eyes lowered, you watched

as I dabbed dribbles

my lace-edged handkerchief

stained, bloody

with his sorrowful stare.