Soften eyes upon mine soul
Those dark pools seek to learn.
To pierce the drought of my heart's hole,
That dark chasm of echoing chambers,
With stone floors that still tremble
That chattering effect that causes the walls to tumble.
Behind those walls, stocks of sulfur wait
A posed hand overhead, a match in hand.
My heart engaged and for the first time;
I know that what I long to see is that look:
The joy and pleasure in those dark soft eyes.