Collusion Your eyes gazed on me with such quiet simplicity that for a moment they awakened my already unusual feeling of sadness. Your eyes examined me with such quiet despair that for a moment you awakened my atrophied piety. Your eyes looked my way with such hushed curiosity that I was briefly shaken by the iron teeth of a curse. Your eyes studied me with such desolate intensity that for a moment I blessed the miserable glint of tradition. Your eyes glanced at me with such unparalleled interrogation that words were just utterly useless. Your waterlogged eyes pored over me with such desperate love, that for a moment I thought I’d discovered the terrifying image of complicity.
