And the switch is thrown
But where I expected light
Something else blinds me
(It's darkness)
And unrecognized bodies
Hurtle towards me
(Do I duck, or do I
Spread my arms to welcome them?)
You come in designer
Packages: studious redhead whose
Freckles outnumber mine, then
Blond surfer with turquoise eyes,
Then dark-skinned and serious, with
A face that radiates security.
And I can't remember your names;

And I don't know what you see in me;

But you call my name
And swear amazing things
And to my horror
My delight
My fault

I remember this feeling
I recall the motions, and the
Delicate placement of the words.
I can imagine the flecks of light
Speckling your irises--and
Then I'm falling
Deep, deep into the pupil
Which contracts around me, pulling
And dilates at the same time
To let me in.
And so I am the pupil, the student,
Drowning in the subject of your eyes.

If only I knew what you saw in me.

If only I knew your name.

07/15/2002

Posted on 07/15/2002
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