Stop staring. You infiltrate my thoughts.
You melt my beauty like the sun.
Stop staring. Stop loving. I will run.
I can be reached by a single look
After the bombardment of a stare.
I am crippled by a look
That carries a little bit of care;
I am wounded and hurt
By your eyes—before your fingers dare.
Spies of yours cover my valley,
Where my tent sits, with surrender plans;
Flight is mine; let poetry and mystery
Be the intrusive man’s.
I am the dish and you are the cook—
You will eat me mostly rare.
Love was made for a nook.
Your stare is like a dark throat.
I was born at night, in a stormy boat.
Life is elusivity. Please don’t stare.
Beauty has a thousand flaws;
“Look away,” the crown of all love’s laws.