They are spying on us
from the black ether
eyes good enough to
spot you from over there
to over here and beyond
What do they see behind
this thick veil of flesh
are they soul searching us
or are they just curious enough
with all that money to find
nothing but me and you
loving each other...
you were like paris in the rain
i buried my love in the moon dust
gave you my lungs so you could breath
gasping for life as everything revolved around me
harmonies waving in and out of our veins
we gave in and took off our shoes
throw your hands back and close your eyes
the heart of the clouds
sun falling on your calves
your hips your ears
wipe the rain on your cheeks away
And he said, "Name all the things that are red."
And I thought, "Red. Red is red."
And then I thought some more.
Of strawberries, and sunburn,
and eyes smeared and strained by alcohol, by life, by late nights and new babies.
I thought of my blood. Crimson. Beacon. Red. Of scarves, and shoes, however sweet, bought with the last five pound of the week.
I thought of love, and lust, and roses.
No. I thought of posies. White, and small and earnest. Then. When the slap came for my meandering thoughts, I pictured my cheek, glowing red. Welting.
Sitting on a stool, alone and drunk,
I make eye contact with Red Eyes.
I look down, staring at my drink,
I feel her gaze growing stronger.
When its at its strongest,
I look up into those Red Eyes.
"Why do you have such dull eyes?"
I contemplated for a moment,
Finally, I decided,
"Why do you have such vibrant eyes?"
She nodded to herself, turned around,
And stalked away, off to find another man.
I took a sip of my drink,
Thinking about her question.
Thats the last time I ever saw Red Eyes.
the room is red, through
eyes stained by
blue glass ,
vague memories plague
(a girl in a dress,
the orange sun, and the red
of his walls)
i can’t believe i know you,
with water leaking
from your eyes .
i think —
ill carve our initials into
tree i find ,
and cry into my palms
to help it grow .
maybe that will make me love you