Sloe-eyed man

Eyes like obsidian pierce with a glance.

Smoldering looks that could cauterize wounds

surgically cut me apart to the bone,

stripping me clean of my past and my shame

Glances volcanic erupt at my touch. 

Wildfire hunger consumes me by night. 

Funeral pyre desires destroy,

burning like ash from the censer of love. 

All that remains is just cinders and dust,

fertilized soil of who I once was,

sprouting a new me that you brought to life. 

Eye like yours kill and create with a look.