Kindly prompt me,
why do your eyes
luminesce in the dark?
Like twin sparks,
lapidated from a pyre.

Watching me,
with vigilance and care.
You scrutinize my face,
for clues or hints.
At why I love you.

I masquerade here,
watching you from
apertures in my eyelids.
As you settle deeper
into the pillow.

Now I'm watching.
Wondering at dreams
that discompose the perfect
breaths escaping your lips.
A breeze of placidity.

01/28/2004

Posted on 01/28/2004
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