the creases in your eyes, make like the sun..
they bring not shade, but tears to her eyes.
her lips are dry, her face is pink..
from her servitude and her constant adoration.
she loves the way your feet glide.
she loves the way your back bends..
the creases that mark your elbows.
the split that marks the morning..
the occasion for the dreary.
we collect ourselves and push foward..
mimicking days when we still remembered to touch.
fate leaves us directionless.
overwhelmed and undersiege from the better knowing public.
these pills kick in and the wash begins.
it brings me down to mattress.
where i can dream your eyes, the way they fold and close.
the way she looks to you.
to fight the dawn and break the china.
that would be gifts from your adoring parents.
these chairs sit, empty.
these books lay open.
i stay laying, staring thru the hole in the back of my mind..
watching you, the way you think, your heavy lids always down.
she loves you so, and it breaks my heart.
/close./
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