Indigo Grey

Her way is suggestive
of movement; a lingering
touch-she says-
"your eyes are indigo grey"

captured by a feeling
shimmering between us
toe to toe we both wait
the surrender to come

her eyes are a cool wind
carressing my summer skin
the midsummer tan long
faded to cinnamon gold

"indigo eyes", she mutters
"are too damn sexy by
half, whored out
in sullen grey"

she is a paper tiger
pouncing at the mist
tease and attack
toying with her prey

I am the hunted
She always wins