You reach for your pot <br />and scoop out a story <br />with memories so hot <br />it burns with fury <br /> <br />I run to my soul <br />and call up the word <br />that speaks to your face <br />caressing your eyes <br /> <br /> <br />You can't wash it off <br />though words don't stick <br />they have a life <br />in your liquid eyes<br /><br />mark nwagwu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caressing-your-eyes/
