Your Eyes On Me Poem by Diana van den Berg

I can always feel when your eyes
are on me. There is a warmth
that envelops me
and I know when I turn
you will be there
with your laughing eyes
and your head ever so slightly tilted
with the sunlight playing on your face
and your thoughts
spilling out in your heartsong.

You know my thoughts
almost before I do
and you read them
and listen to them
and imbibe them
as gently as a dragonfly’s dreams
and you answer them
with fingers soft-tracing
a path from my eyes to my mouth
and in winged words
that relax my shoulders
and melt me
into your strong, protective arms
and give birth to
your favourite
of my smiles.

(30 September 2011)