With Your Eyes Poem by Pierre Rausch

No one knew her name until I explained it
Remained in your eyes
A commercial traveller, a new message
My eyes strayed to the doors

Would have no appetite to figure
With your eyes to activity
Like a band of paint come on
It's not going to slender waste

I'm sorry to have troubled you
Exhibiting the captive in a cage
For the first time in a fortnight
By my action, by my stand

Would have no appetite to figure
With your eyes to activity
Like a band of paint come on
It's not going to slender waste

Would have no appetite to figure
With your eyes to activity
Like a band of paint come on
It's not going to slender waste

Isn't that a strange place to breach (1)
If you watch from the back, that's absurd (2)
Take my advice, stay inside the rush (1)
And believe in million eyes watching (2)

Would have no appetite to figure
With your eyes to activity
Like a band of paint come on
It's not going to slender waste

Would have no appetite to figure
With your eyes to activity
Like a band of paint come on
It's not going to slender waste