Study Or Staring

This possessing force...what is it Should I remain afraid or bow down to its embrace What has a forceful grip on the muscles controlling the direction of my eyes Would it be written as wrong to study a person's face or would it be deemed as staring and would it be deemed illegal by the recipient But am I really staring, staring into an unknown world It's only an intuition, a motive to gain knowledge of the unknown The name doesn't really match the face, absence sits in the space yet the owner of those alluring, mysterious eyes linger within the passageways of my mind Intellectually persistently I’m failing, plain and simple The priorities are irrelevant, well at least for now The focus is on vacation and trance has settled as a replacement resting upon matching drawings of a single, wandering eye Construct upon desks, upon paper, upon the figments of pure imagination Her concept, puzzling; has it serenaded me into the Bermuda Triangle of silence I feel her hesitation from afar Is it like feeling her breath upon my neck? Her eyes, unmentioned, try to peel my skin back piece by piece to uncover the man I am within, uncover why our eyes create frost A fascination, it seems I bought it from her Being the subtle one was never a quality of mine I'm more exposed than a maple leaf caught in an Autumn breeze Her presence is calling, resembling a state of bewilderment Provoking myself to watch the scene like something from a movie screen Curiosity and wonderment put up an encrypted fence a design to derail and suffocate me, leaving me breathless Well mission completed, I'm left speechless