Like Proton Torpedos 

Snaking into a bay

I can see the light of your soul

Just let me look a little longer…
With your Windows I wither within myself

While you seem to lay out the welcome mat

So I look a little longer

Hoping to catch a glimpse of myself
I can feel your stare eating out my eyeballs

But I cannot look away

There are so many questions to ask you

Like…are those colored contacts or do your eyes just naturally have middle fingers on them?
I will invade you

And take 8 bytes out of you

One by one

Have I told you your eyes shine like stars?
Opia

The quivering of the iris

It’s like Dionysus falling into instant inebriation

And The Fires of Untrusting Uncertainty
Yet, anything else would be uncivilized

So we resort to this primal fight

Of Will and Will Not

All in a passing Hello