Oh, How I'D Show You Your Eyes
It’s rare you meet a mortal
Whose body is a riddle
Whose body is riddled with moonlight shrines
Whose Heaven is her
Whose God is the thought of herself
Whose eyes are tiles in Turkish bath houses
Whose hair is a house abandoned with the ghosts of children
Whose walk would make a cat ride turtleback
Who is both shy as a baby fox in a tree
Yet as confident as a wolf under the naked moon
To watch you…
To watch you bathe your feet in the dew-dropped grass
To smell the morning air that mothers the train horn of you waking up
I don’t know
But I want you.
My heart floats down the creek in the cemetery
Alongside the pear trees
Glass stepping-stones
Two-stepping wind chimes
The silence hangs on the beach-white trellises.
I am able to think quicker because I have you near me
Like the ancients with their Gods
And your God is the thought of yourself
And your Heaven is you
I belong to you.
I trace my hands down your body
Navigate your mouth with my tongue
And beat with your heart.
That’s why my palms are so smoothed
My mouth is so free
And my love is so submissive.
Oh, how I’d show you your eyes
Your bloodshot eyes your pupils
Your eye blinks turn the pages and keep me reading the story.
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