Ode to Eyes

My eyes are dangerous

Weapons

They do not attract,

They enthrall

Nor do they request,

They command

Their lashes do not adorn,

They entrap

The long curled hairs

Are webs for fiends

Their blinks are not flutters,

But thunderous collisions

My eyes are proud dames

And should be handled with caution

They do not take lightly 

To bribes or deceit

When they speak,

They don’t stutter

When they love

They’re not mute

When they’re hungry

They devour

And when irate,

They offend

My eyes are muses,

They evoke desire

And they’re known to be gentle

If given respect

But if one was to gash them

With lies or betrayal

They sprout lethal fountains

For drowning the brute