Your Eyes

I want you to look at life through my eyes,
my every move predicted by you,
every word you answer to before I can even speak.

Make love to me with your jealousy.
Whether it stems from love or authority,
there is no difference between the two.

I tread through the earth with your breath against my neck,
your eyes behind mine.
Your grip on my hair and your arm around my neck,
you're ready to pull me back to you.