Poem: Real-Eyes

you tell me you like listening to words

I say here’s something true: love looks good

on you, to which you say thanks, not mine, borrowed

it for the night.            There’s not a lot I can say to that, took

me by surprise. Your eyes flash green, sparkle and delight,

I assume now you’re thinking about me. (As he’s clearly out of sight).

But then, by the time …