i wish i could paint your eyes on my heart
to watch over my wanderings -
perfect swirls of bark and moss and sparks and
heavenly respite from what the world brings to us.

we may be together
a unit
just the two of
us
a pair of
pairs of eyes
blinking
in a world of ache and closed lids and doors
but we are.

and that, my love, is
enough.