In The Eyes

We see it when we look.

A look that says it all.

Warmth as we fall

into one another's space

and time and worlds.

Carefully prying,

testing.

Enter it as strangers seeking

longingly to explore

the attraction that we feel

from across the room;

or even across the ocean.

That heart beat second

and sudden deep breath

which grabs our attention.

Time simply slips,

like wet soap

from our grasp

so why deny,

why hold back,

when we might

taste the delights

we both have to offer,

instead of merely

wondering.

15/03/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful eyes can steal our soul. John, you create place and wonder. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry. I enjoyed this one.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So glad you liked it. I was reminded of your encounters when I wrote it. Many thanks.

[wordman]

you know john women don`t like to admit it but the attraction that we feel on our first glance is always sexual

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes I believe ya. It is what Darwin saw lol!

[Mrudula Rani]

Eyes are the windows to the soul, and always searching for soul mates! " Warmth as we fall into one another's space..." that is such a lovely sensation, we all long forever for that feeling.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes indeed we do long for that feeling. Many thanks Mrudula.

[Mrudula Rani]

Reading your writings is a wonderful treat, John.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You are very kind. And I am humbled as I feel in the shadow of greater poets here in the cafe.

[Mrudula Rani]

I believe you are one of the best writers here in the cafe.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

No I am no Jacob who is a master of English language or my favourite Leslie Filibert who simply has the vision and insights and skill to force such power into so few words.

[Mrudula Rani]

Your write with such an ease and on various subject matters; almost like you sketch and fill the picture with warm colors ( and some very sensual as well) you have the advantage of language too. There are so many wonderful writers on WC and they all have their own beautiful styles, I suppose that is why it is a great place to share writings.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

It is a great place Mrudula (just watch for the trolls lol) My English (as a Scot) cannot compare even to my son who writes beautiful poetry (James McFadyen)

[Mrudula Rani]

I did read a few of James's Haiku and liked them very much. The nicest thing about this place is some of the wonderful people, like you make the experience of sharing writings a joy.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I like many on here are damaged souls though Mrudula. The piece I am working on explains it. I am glad you have read some of James' pieces. How did you come upon his writing, he has stopped posting some time ago?

[Mrudula Rani]

I too noticed that James had stopped posting some time back. I read your profile info and checked out James' .

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Maybe I post too much information lol. Did you read my daughter's poetry?

[Mrudula Rani]

I did't read your daughter's poems yet, I would like to read her style of writing.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

She is Fergie but does not write as she is busy rushing round the world covering motor sport for WTF1

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Makes me think of how shy my man
was we were friends and I helped him open
up and he wasn't shy he's as sweet and wild
as me but his shyness was so adorable.

Thank you for sharing
My friend I enjoyed reading
this.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A lovely tale Benita and so glad you were persistant, insightful and proactive and got your man. Many thanks.

[Chris Shaw]

This poem reminds me of youth club dances and the school Christmas party where from the other side of the room you would see the guys drooling, but not having sufficient nerve to cross the dance floor. All the while us girls chit chatted away wondering whether we would be lucky enough to get a dance.Thanks for that nostalgic trip John.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

We all recall those youthful lost moments Chris. Many thanks.

[gram linski]

The joys of unrequited love, dive in and enjoy, time is slipping swiftly away, my friend, grab those little moments of happiness between your teeth, and swallow them mofuckas dry, carp deim, dude,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Exactly that gram! Cheers.

[Wild Rose]

Eyes meeting across the room

Eyes can say so much

I want to know did you meet up ?

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Twas an amalgum of several situations with a dolop of poetic licence. Thank you for reading WR

[Perdition]

Who has not felt that glance or the room empty as the soul you recognize in hormone or perhaps you made a certain agreement with in the previous realm...In the Akashic Records perhaps to meet at this exact time place and energy state for whatever reason...Is it in the eyes? Maybe...but I think in most circumstances it almost feels a part of the entire experience... circling as a vortex into its energy field where you are pulled. Very romantic lines and well run from beginning to end...perhaps written in a state of Hypnagogia (haha..had to throw one back) where we enter the subconscious treasure chest and put it all together in this exact manner..poetic to the marrow. Well done!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah those hallucinations as we drop off are as good as those when we awaken for some. Many thanks P

[Perdition]

Yes they are... A pleasure as well. Thank you John.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this makes me think of a few relationships i had that started out like this....
the glances, the premonitions, the flirting...trying to get the courage to cross the room.
never know what can happen unless you try.
j.