somewhere i have never travelled

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their way of closing,as in a portrait—(your eyes draw me in—)your eyes,like a lover's touch open me:only something in me understands the path of your eyes,where they go (because i have never travelled);—your eyes are the colour of the sky,at dawn when the birds have just begun:— nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands (only something in me,understands the path of your eyes,where they go) nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands—