Off-kilter, askew, the way I see you
Your slice of a smile
From the corner of my vision,
Falling through the cracks in my hands
Hiding my face in the shy shadows, the pillow, your arm
Searching intently in the cob-web corners,
Anything but look straight into you.

Did the moon come unhinged?
It is sideways tonight.
Or maybe it is only the tilt of the earth,
In perplexed concentration.

When I first admired the moon,
That is when I first saw you.
You make the whole world brighter
Seriously, you must have upped the saturation
In the photo of that lily.

I cannot stare down the sun;
The fire, the heat.
Much safer,
To be stroked by gentle touching rays.
So forgive me, if I avert my eyes.
I’ve come out of the dark and stepped into the sun
For the very first time.
My eyes will adjust.



February 11, 2013   8:41pm