as soon as I've got an opinion,
it just has to come out and sometimes
it's really really loud, and sometimes
it's in the sudden and fleeting flutter
of my way-too-thick eyelashes,
under which my eyes flash a new color.
and as soon as you look at me

with those Eyes, those Eyes, those Eyes,

then I know that you're listening
and you're looking, and observing,
and that you know what I think now.
I wish everyone would pay that much
attention to everyone else, and I love
poetry because there are never rules
and there are no restrictions, and then,
in a day, or two, or three, when you look at me

with those Eyes, those Eyes, those Eyes,

then I know you're looking, and reading,
and that you care about what I think,
even when it's in the form of abstract
and grammatically incorrect poetry.

and I smile when I look at those Eyes.