You've often taunted me with your dark brown stare,

The same color that birthed the wheat painting your hair.

Those exquisite eyes can burn me to cinders and ash,

Or freeze me in place at the bat of a lash.

They kindle in my heart an all consuming fire.

Oh, how I wish you'd let them linger on me, dark with desire.

Though however hard I might wish to be the object of their gaze,

I've watched them often and seen them longingly drift out of Phase.

Looking back through times veil of mist,

Always looking back to some other man's tryst.