No wonder

 Eye of time, by Salvador Dalí

My pupils are bursting

with vivid memories,

of sleepless silences

and lavish loud poetry;

with thrilling images

of your eyes in ecstasy,

piercingly mirroring my lust,

carving into mine like hungry knives;

my pupils are bursting,

with flashes of naughty laughter

and graffitis of swearing words

as I ride my love on you,

willingly, rebelliously;

my pupils are bursting,

with haunting memories

of this restless human craving 

and my fearless animal loving.

No wonder I cannot sleep.