I like the way you look at me,
your eyes filled
with words
with wonder
impatience
and want.

"What's your name?," they ask me,
"And since when has your favourite color been blue?"
"Are you fond of Cough Syrup?"
"What plus what gives you two?"

In my mind, my sandy eyes are the ocean.
An open invitation, won't you take a dive?
Clashing waves of endless answers
expanded sea of restless nights.

I like the way you look through me,
your eyes see past my typhoon lies.
And they take me home,
they take me home,
your silent word-filled eyes.