Those Eyes Poem by Ciarán Kelly

It was in Nancy Spain's that
they first looked at me
the primal glance digested me
a pleasurable pain removed my
thoughts,
I sought something to lean on
feeling wrought, faint, squashed,
brain washed.
I blindly sucked my beverage
being swallowed myself by she
through earnest bursts of false courage
she first encountered me
Homo stalagmite stands
stagnant before her
momentarily mesmerised,
CRASH!
A glass shatters in the corner,
poke me please, or is it real?
radiant in the flock she sits there still
sipping her nectar,
I can no longer hide my affection,
in shock I sit down beside her
babbling mindlessly,
suddenly my heart leaves my ribs
astrally projecting, it plunges
into those magnetic whirlpools
Ice blue balls of beauty, piercing
as it twirls and lunges
their lupine loveliness
so fine and homely,
YES!
It seems such a pity their
innocent intensity be
harrassed by my intrusions
Optical illusions I would
wish my children to look
at me with.

I am a gluttonous victim,
a servant to their every whim!