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They don’t know how to keep secrets

soon as they are provoked, they turn shades that have yet to be defined

brimming and spilling over knowing no restraint

their confines captivate, enthrall, bewitch but give me away too

sometimes smoky, hazy, dreamy too

sometimes impassioned with anger, discontent, empty desires

If I close them, then I will have nothing to be ashamed of,

then there will be no tales told

If I close my eyes I suppose then all shall be safe, well concealed

I will see nothing, know nothing, desire nothing, want nothing

close my eyes, should I?

and lose all of this?

good, bad, I cannot close my eyes

after all, they are the most remarkable part of me