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how … how many odes have been composed for the sake of the human eye? since humans first etched papyrus or chiseled stone or painted cavern facades by firelight the magnificence of the visual organ has been given its due reward for what is more compelling - more breathtaking more expressive and emotional more deep or beguiling or more enigmatic than what we breach to the morn each day? windows, they ARE and not always brightly lit yet … there is a mystery, still - for me, there is a question of the ages that affects me from the wells of your darkly pellucid peepers something I have never beheld or imagined or even dreamed ‘til now … slivered and seeded like some grand almond ocean, ne’er crossed your epicanthic folds speak to me of a pupiled perplexity that plunges far beyond the range of the normal ocular abyss … they stir in me a thirst for answers and a hunger for the luscious fruits that give them voice - bows of exquisite shape and tender texture that top off your provocative package quite perfectly your blinks - those coy closings, purposely slowed - are your way of reminding me of the bounty that awaits below divinely deferring to what you feel needs more immediate attention but oh - when our mouths DO meet do not hide your eyes from me for that myopic mystery begs more accurate investigation - I want to see that you can see what I can see within your gaze … I want all your apertures open and all your fantasies … afire. Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, February 12, 2024