we are two trees,
you and I,
we sit next to each
other, not looking…
Eyes
I need to look,
to focus,
but I would need eyes…
left eye can look
left only if it doesn’t move,
periphery is peripheral…
Point of view,
you’re looking over hills,
undulating with heather
and shrubbery…
Don’t call me an angel,
I made some choices
I’m not proud of…
If you can’t see
the pain in my eyes,
are you not looking
Warm me with your eyes,
hold my hand,
light me with your stars,
if I don’t follow you,
it’s because I’m at your side
You sink into the embrace
and it doesn’t matter that you can’t see
because you don’t need to open your eyes
as long as you are safe here in these arms
