fourfold

two eyes searching their pair.
two eyes watching their opposite,
two eyes meet the other two,
the others, eagerly waiting.
for the embrace.
now, they are connected.
one of the eyes looks into its counterpart,
the other, eagerly, counters it.
the right of the first pair joins them.
but what is the other one doing, the left?
the left does not know what to do,
it is seeing something, but what?
the right checks the left; no response.
the lid is open, its inhabitant frozen,
the left has left the connection.
the four eyes are seemingly locked, save a two-timer.
this is what happens with the eyes, this is a curse!
a traitor, always, emerges from one of those irises
whether friend or foe,
betrayer is one of the four.