Mister’s eyes are a slate horizon, grey and dull,

A deep abyss I have fallen into.

So benumb’d they have brought me to a lull,

I ache for my old lover’s sea of blue. 

Am I enticed by a touch so mild?

So strange, but tender nonetheless.

My old lover’s caress would leave me wild;

Still, my gaze obeys Mister’s hand on my dress.

This kiss does not awaken lust,

The needle to my heroin has been misplaced.

Could unfamiliar lips prove worthy of trust?

I dare not let this moment go to waste. 

Mister’s eyes are paradoxical, grey and bright,

I wish they didn’t look so different in this light.