Compound Eyes

Echoes drip, droplets reaching out Sweet and cold nectar Caress my senses Luxurious, a rosy flaunted air Sweet and cold lips What indulgence! What life! Follow me you fugitive Or take me when you run What's to hide? Shame or pride? Lovers turgid, swathed in night Smoke stained clouds Distant joys of passing revelry Sperm, spittle, sweat Hinted in a sultry moan Echoes drip, punctuated by a pitch All the other men, and you They made into a throne, and I Probed by that hidden, reckless look Knew you, knew you made no guise: You looked through compound eyes.