When you look me
"Whenever I see is a miracle ..." Luis Eduardo Aute
When your eyes, love, land on mine
traffic to my eyes yours turns green, green
I want you green, green also want you, think you this island
as both naked
mountain air with your right on the cusp where
pink rubs eyes the desire to be soaking wet
downhill on your varied geography
when the eyes redefines travel
silence in language that only the caress of the eye known
which results in ways that penetrate each other
at the time that knows no language to say beyond that
invented in this intimacy shared in this concubinage
escaping from me to you
you to me riding a clock where the hours
leaves and looks confused and fused,
confused at us when we play with caresses,
when the sum of a plus one makes two, but one,
is an ancient miracle I find that every time you look
there is something that vibrates the silent violin
my chest with a note that causes music
verses and shy because when your eyes, love, land on
mine is a red paper boat sailing on the way
where only you and I know about sweaty horizons.
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