Eye To Eye

Eye to eye with innocence, I kneel before the fawn That cannot feel the breath I hold in reverence For her soul. Nevertheless, I yearned To see each molecule Of wilderness Slain between us. Her stillness I have learned Is a monument of grace. The turning of her head To mine, a wonderment, A painting, Framed by barren branches, Fingers wrapped in snow Spelling hunger For this moment. Now caught in this thin place By gentleness, I’m taught To wait until our eyes Unlock, since we are strangers. I belong To another race, much wilder: We spit out death by fire. Yet she bruised My brutish soul.