Sunglasses and You...

The sunglasses you wear
are cute and charming...
okay...
they're sexy as hell.
I can see just enough
through them to know
when you are watching me...
but not enough to know
just where you're watching.

I know
you watch my eyes
and my smile...
and every now and then,
you look lower,
or over my shoulder.
(Looking to see if someone else is watching?)
Or- just gazing about.

I like my glasses
as dark as possible.
Not for the protection...
but, so I can watch
all of you
as we talk together.
Those views of you
when you are being
just yourself are incredible.

The only thing wrong
with your glasses is
I can't see the color of your eyes.
Probably a good thing...
I get lost
each time I stare into them.
And I really
don't mind that
at all.

Let's let the sun
get a little lower in the sky
before we take our walk
down the beach.
Perhaps by then,
we won't need sunglasses...
and I can lose myself again
in your eyes...
and you'll have to take my hand
and guide me home.