Blue brick stone eyes,
like four leaves, I am in luck.
Liquid doesn’t drip from rock.
Not all skin is the same.
Some grow into cat-o-nine tail,
but you…
you douse poison like a God.
I am witness,
without religion,
without faith,
without hope,
out of the blue,
brick stone eyes
came to me
an old idea –
a different skin
growing on me.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Nicely written, sounds like you may not be falling for his “charms.” Blue stoney eyes remind me of someone I used to love. Maybe time humanized him. 🙂
It’s nice to see in another human for once 🙂 thank you for your comment.
Another gem… powerful metaphor, as always….
gigoid