Eyes of My Archangel Michael

They are so dark
Like Cajun waters
In a storm
Into which I plunge
Fearlessly
Searching thru
The winter kaleidoscope
To find your soul
Want, desire, sheer longing
Ache beyond definition
And description
Just mere words
Nothing can describe
Just in gazing
Thru the flanged curtain
Of lashes
And seeing myself
Reflected there
As I lay under you
Enfolding you
With wings of my own