We float in half-light high over uncertainty and trust nothing not even what the tree tops spell nor those spoonfuls Franz warned about.
Recently in Eyes Category
To see
Do you recognize the quality in everything?
To stain
Do you leave traces of it along the way?
To leave
Come follow me
I've known you since eight
We met standing there, alone
Swallowed up by the sun-warm rain
Tapping your shoulders, heavy
And you wondered if she told you the truth,
If birds do marry.
And when is it any different?
do our eyes
always glossed with tears, refracting
these holy images, of you
of me, of mangled
hearts wandering and never
to be certain
Who could you be?
facing east, facing
the big day
when my hands are no longer mine
when my very reflection peels ill
Who will you be? And what will
you whisper to me then?
oh dear I will miss your face
our eyes
our eyes
They are gashes
we must
tend to
This evening I saw you from across the street, G. She carried her shoulders back and walked purposefully as you do. Your littlest gestures will always be familiar to me. Much of you (but perhaps not your walk) already has become me. I often notice you in my own playful reflections.
Last weekend I kissed you, C. She smiled and was paralyzed by our energy as you use to. I will always have your eyes closely gazing into mine. We kissed as strangers kiss (as the book title said). And as hard as I try I cannot remember what she looked like beyond this sacred vision of your face.