I don’t know the etiquette
of how eyes meet or for the first time
if they sparkle especially or
if I wore glasses the first time we met
I know I saw you with my intrinsic
looking as if I could pierce
your inner beauty, nor am I biased
I don’t know the business of eyes
beauty has been so over-rated
for so long, thanks to an evolution
but I know the last time
I look inside my heart, you’ll be there
with Asian eyes as deep as
India, China, Japan, Korea
so distinct like laughter of another culture
i don’t know the etiquette of eyes
but mine are drunk brown
not twin-cold blue or milk of salt
but chesnut-star, desire with the tip
of reaching across the universe.
Photo courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Night-s-Eyes-II-129117202

