Friday, October 4, 2013

Love Poem #2



I Have
 Big black eyes
           That are the mouths of wells
She would say as much
    Had she not
    Great green eyes
    That rest half-lidded
           And open
           Only to look at me.
You would see the wells,
  The water, you’d hear
    The cold cavernous sloshing
           You’d feel
    The slime on my stone.
           You’d smell
           The lead leaking in.
             She can’t taste
           Any of this.
                       I’d close up my wells
                       With concrete and earth
                       But she might drown down there
                       Having already
                           Tumbled in.
                       To blink and to shutter,
                       Those great green eyes.
                       To lid and to cover,
                       Those great green eyes.
                       To seal and to staple,
                       With my own black blinds.
I shouldn’t.
                                                                                                                       I wouldn’t.
I couldn’t.
Do such a thing.