Bathroom Eyes Poem by Kevin Eaglesfield

Someone wiser than me said
That eyes are the windows of the soul.
Her vivid eyes are so beautiful.
They laser everyone she looks at
And blind them,
But you've not seen them closer.
Her eyes are frosted glass,
Open wide and closed.
Something moves but I can't see through.
A pink elbow of a thought or a
Silhouette of a desire may lurk
And bob and tease, but she never
Presses her face to the window.
I can't use stones.