Not wanting to become lost around the edges,
Eyes kept wide
I chew on metallic memory

Crossing the tops of my "L's" like "T's"
crossing my legs
and feet,
digging deep into the groves of a hardwood floor,

Now I'm seeing you from beneath

And there are your eyes, all dewy and earth.
That dark. And rich round.

Fluttering.
Filtering out the echo,
that sounds around your face
static along the edges.