Predator

The eyes,
Ringed with humor and enigma-
An empathy and a conundrum coupled-
Of silent power,
Yet soothing waters of the Pacific.
Deep dark secrets locked inside-
Black- of the deepest shades;
Scanning, darting yet steady in it's own stare.
The thrill of exploration,
The prickly awareness of a 'dare'-
To know the eyes and the soul within-
Would be to cross many pitless oceans.
They spell trouble,
As one can smell the blaze of curiosity.
It's a territory best left untrespassed.
Yet the mystery behind the eyes,
Haunt as the pair lock gazes over screens.
Hooded and worth a brood,
Maybe, it's a caution against the winds of change-
That must be reciprocated,
As the urge is passive and subdued.
More of a wonder,
Than an inner vow.
Maybe the black orbs taunt too-
To explore depths.
Yet, scorn you, they will,
With their ingrained causticity
But not demean.
With time ,
The sheen of 'nerves' shall disappear-
Too known- this habit-
Yet being faced with a predator,
Is worth a pen-down.