Dizzy spin

It’s really hard

to turn away from eyes

that dizzy me up,

and spin me around

as much as you please.

I’m throwing my words at you,

little daggers to chip the walls

so thick and so high around you.

You’re not cold

just silent,

handing out little clues

with big questions,

and no answers.

Alluding to every mystery but yourself,

you float in between familiar and stranger,

never staying in one skin for too long.

Prickly eyes don’t match soft words,

but that’s what you’re giving me.

Another skin, juxtaposition,

your all steel words and gentle eyes,

I can’t help but spin.