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Eyes that pierce,

I've never seen since

And never will again 

A force so fierce 

Than one to rival sight,

When her eyes meet mine 

I've the feel of X-Rays in springtime

Blasting flesh from bone

And cleansing my insides 

With some divine radiation 

That feels a lot like home 

When mom would tuck me in

Half past eight 

But couldn't sleep till ten, 

No lie in her iris 

And the pupils dilate 

In a rush of serotonin

Because she knows she's not alone

In this feeling,

Solidarity with her 

Or isolation to feeling 

Isn't all about domination 

Or much to do with kneeling,

No crown

No throne 

No scepter 

Just the respect you must have 

To accept her,

My eyes stay fixed 

Even when I'm broken 

My legs still intact 

And the spirit remains as a token of strength,

Sight is first and foremost 

But the touch that comes after 

Can seal cracks 

And mend homes 

No one wants to live alone 

So we keep looking 

With those fierce honest eyes

in springtime