I look at her
she looks at me
she responds with a polite smile
I do the same
I study her beautiful, fragile figure
her figure reflects her smile
polite
there is nothing wrong
I was finished analysis
until I see them
until I feel them
her eyes
they are completely different from the rest
they hold a portal outside of this world
a door of the unspoken
it looks like they have been closed for centuries
decades
but today
they open their door
for only me
and me alone
I don\'t want to enter
there may be monsters
goblins
and ghosts
but it\'s as if she is begging me to examine her
to explore her
to understand her
I have to go in
I must go in
or her doors might close
not for a century
or a decade
or millennium
but for good