Her- Part One

By M. Balasubramaniam

As I look at her face,

two large, beautiful doe eyes shine at me.

The soothing black pupils staring wide,

betraying the innocence of her soul.

As I look at her again,

The velvety carpet of black hair strikes me.

Black as a raven’s wings.

I watch them cascade on your back.

Hopefully, one day, as I look at you,

my hand running through those tresses,

my eyes staring into the deep vortex of yours,

you would suck out my heart with those

and it shall belong to you, forever.

By M. Balasubramaniam