Your Eyes

call like spilling cream,
like a slowly weeping lamb,
like a flower trampled underneath,
"help me - do you understand?"

scream like a bat from Hell
with wrath uncontrolled
your moment most alive - mine most terrified,
"touch me and we both will die."

invite and smile
like the swelling second violins,
slow and laughing, open, dancing,
"I and love and we are here."

The ewe is quiet in the open field;
the blades are waving in the second-hand sun.
Under the single tree she stands,
green eyes burn like a forest fire,
like a calmly loaded gun.
She falls as her rear, left leg gives out,
But catches herself with determined stare.
Piercing stare, unfocused, still,
and empty, weighted, sublimated,
the edge walks closer on its own.
Her green, sad eyes


call like spilling cream,
a slowly weeping lamb,
like a flower trampled underneath,
"help me - do you understand?"