The darkest...

I watch you;
The fluctuating curve of your lip
Pursed in tight possessiveness
Cautious to avoid the leak
Of a precious syllable

I eye you;
The wrinkles on your temple
Like the folds of stout Earth
In affects of an earthquake
Roaring underneath.

I look at you;
A plane of curved skin
Running effortless and clear
Slashed by a glistening stream of hair-
in the stern flow of tension.

I gaze at you;
A thin ashen sheath
Unfolded upon gaunt bones:
The lines, stiff with purpose
And destinations defined.

I love you;
For your eyes reflect
The purest truth,
Yet the darkest illusion-
Happiness.