Because You Have Morning Eyes

Because you have morning eyes,
and I would follow them to our kitchen.
I would follow them each sunrise
to the breakfast table, with pancakes, butter and laughter.

Because you have blue eyes,
and I would follow them to our places.
I would follow them in the rainy streets
to our secret corners, with the brick wall houses and black lightposts.

Because you have love eyes,
and I would follow them into your arms.
I would follow them to our bedroom,
to the infinite warmness of your smooth, slow touch.