You peep deep 
Into my soul 
With those black eyes of yours 

Until you blink and turn away; 

Is it what you see 

Or the intimacy 

That makes you back off? 

There are unspoken words 

Swirling in your head 

Never making it to your tongue 

(I could dance there with mine, ya know?)

But, is it just me

Or the futility 

That makes you mum?