Wide eyed gaze
And lusty lashes
"You and those doe eyes"
He'd say
Before he hunted
And feasted

In my eyes, what did he see?
Shades of browns and yellows?
Hues of blues and greens? 
The girl of all his dreams? 
Someone he could love?
An angel from above?
Or did he only see himself?

A hunter on attack
Hoping to fulfill some predatory promise
Sensing a weakness
Smirking at the breathless catch beneath
But that's him
Not me
His own desire pooling out
Into my eyes
And reflecting back

I am not vicious or reckless
I am so anxious and helpless
A doe
A prey
But he didn't see it that way
None of them do

They see game
A challenge
A trophy they can claim
Where there is hope in my eyes
They see a prize
And the color of my eyes
Signals go
Even if my words don't

They say they can read my eyes
They know what I want
If eyes are the window to the soul
How do they see anything in mine?
They appear so vacant now