I received this poem in the mail in November 1991, unsigned. I suspect it is an original work, but it might have been copied from elsewhere. If you are the poet, please contact me.
The Power of the Eye?
You look into my eyes.
I wonder what you see.
Is there an inner part of me
That you perceive but I can’t feel?
What’s hidden there that pleases you?
Disarms and makes you want me?
If only I could read your eyes,
I’d maybe learn to like me.
My own reflection’s haunting.
These eyes are stagnant ponds.
Yet I feel a power lurking there,
Which gives me cause to fear them.
Are they bewitched to hypnotise?
Possessed by evil force?
Attract, they will but it’s not me
Deserves these warm advances.
My body says I want you
To hold me in your arms.
Why don’t I feel that I have earned
This tender love and care?
A sadness fills my heart
As I become aware
That I have just been hiding
Behind my manipulating stares.