Our eyes bend towards light
despite the broadness of bare flesh
clothed in darkness.

Our eyes comb through
the topogrophy: limbs intertwined
with heavenly bedsheets.

Our eyes bathe our skins
with a hairy glaze mirroring
our perverse inner monkeys.

Primate love with our eyes,
our slow pupils holding
our sad tale intersecting…

Our proud chests:
how our eyes met then floated
away with a driftwood glance.