The kind eyes, the cruel eyes, kind and cruel —
The kind eyes make you warm and calm and
The cruel eyes steal your breath away,
Causing distraught and wreaking havoc at ease.
Explicit in its subtlety and irresistible deliberately,
The eyes that know why they exist. Purposeful eyes
Trained to lure the uninitiated into a cynical trance;
To suck the soul out of the hapless stuffings that remain.
The enigmatic hazel browns are rolling around,
Forcing me into a vocabulary enhancing session:
Elegant, exotic, exquisite and extraordinaire.
The kind, cruel eyes visit me in every dream and daydream,
Wanting to eat me alive, only me all too willing.
‘Stop doing this to yourself’ I hear myself begging me but
The mindless drone doesn’t care, stealing another glimpse.
The kind eyes, the cruel eyes, kind and cruel —
Cruel they may be as they tease and tantalise but
Kind enough not to leave me for dead,
Putting me in a deep slumber, finally at ease.
The broken spectrum 