Friday, March 18, 2011

Dilated Eyes

We stare at each other
With dilated eyes
Through distorted fishbowl lenses.

You glow in the yoke of your skin,
You feel at ease and that slow
Ochre makes you laugh
Smiles that harden your cheeks and shrivel
Your hair into nests.

I wish you would close your eyes,
You're opening them and too much
Bleeds at their centers.

They grab at the trunk of my stomach.
I miss eyes,
Webs of cauliflower.

I don't want to reach for you.
I do,

You are,
Wet, oily, not there. My eyes are closed.

Staring at each other, with dilated eyes.

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