Your eyes don't look.
They claim.
Not with arrogance,
but with the urgency of someone
who has already dreamed this moment
a thousand times.

When they meet mine,
the air forgets how to breathe.
Time forgets to move.
There is only the language of gaze,
spoken without
mercy,

Hungry eyes-
not for flesh,
but for the soul beneath it.
They want the truth of me,
the wild,the raw,
the unspoken parts
I hide even from myself.

You see me
and everything inside
aches forward.
Like I've been waiting
to be devoured
by something
that finally knows how to love
without fear.
without escape.