Doe Eyes

 Doe Eyes
As you look at me 
with your eyes 

still crusted with sleep,

the amber rays of morning 

caressing your skin, 

I am suddenly reminded

of the doe I saw 

one afternoon by the lakeside. 

With her dappled neck held high, 

she stared as I passed by. 

For a heartbeat, we locked eyes, 

just two earthlings killing time.

But then, entranced, I let out a breath,

reached out my hand,

and those doe eyes broke away 

from my gaze,

and away she leapt into the 

trees beyond.