I Read Through the Eyes

I read through the eyes through my eyes that seek What’s hindered by the lips that could be real On the tip of the tongue tied dark and sleek, Pulled back to the throat in shiver and chill. ‘Derneath a euphemized stab in the chest I feel the wincing of the cross-stitched mouth, And or trace the irony on a jest And know turning cheeks of deceit and doubt. I hear rebellion in deep wide silence, And the rain that has not fallen at all; The leaves are whistling of rage for vengeance For trees complains that birds migrate by fall. When my feet touch the warm ground I know The palpable grass just screams “Let me go!”