my eyes
what do you make of this?
you and i?
it's all pleasantly plump-
lemongrass
sip the cream
stir around
fall
fall
leaves beneath the morbid trees
grazen
haze
clouds above
dirt below
crumble
shallow
dry & soft
talcum
soft
press the dough
have you ever felt this before?
as soft as a babe's tush-
it is, i swear
and maybe as pure
face
glass eyes
indigo
can you see the promise of a thing?
you cannot see through my eyes-
you can't
i try to let you in-
it's a special place
my eyes,
it's sacred,
you do not want to see it-
you refuse,
i cry with sincerity
at the loss of a dream
a high school crush-
naive and wholly giving
denied-
welcome to heartbreak, my friend
welcome to the initiation-
well, here-
have a taste of this,
give me your innocence
give me your eyes-

they shouldn't shine so bright.


                                                                    
nov. 2002