Your eyes
with light fingers
take me apart
your gaze
peeling back 
the masks
the walls
the sharp weapons
protections against a cruel world
pushing them aside
taking my thoughts
my words
my breath
leaving only that which I am inside
open
exposed to your eyes
will is nothing
dissolved
will not
should not
dare not
coming apart at your touch
as your eyes
run softly
over my soul
wanting to look away
not wanting to look away
my essence
a butterfly
cradled in gentle hands
trusting
fearing
yours
if you will it
lost 
in the spell
of your eyes.