Dem Eyes

Dem eyes are sparkling
like the twinkle of a star
seem to be flashing a tune
picking strings on a guitar.  

Dem there eyes are shining
pointing at me so direct
sweetly piercing deeply
as if to openly inspect.  

Up in that corner
beaming so bright
a corner stone of lust
a marvelous delight.  

Every ray so brilliant
splashing over me.
Can barely look that way
to the depths of her sea.  

Dem there eyes are lovely
a wow if there ever was.
Almost like forever
I run from the cause.  

Dem eyes are sweet
rapturing me in sighs.
Breathless, when I face
Dem there eyes.  

Del Cano 2005 July