Is it not the best of things to be seen fully clothed yet as entirely naked as newborn?
The brightness thereof overtops and shadow-shunts the sallow sight of self every, every time.
One day, it was the first full day of my life. I did not know it was, because I didn’t know my life was mine to know. And I did not know the knower of my life, though I did sense the curious presence of a newness so new, I could not yet know it was so near to me as to be within me.
I was palely loitering.
Along came a pair of eyes to look to me.
The eyes, they see my blinking eyes.
And I deconstruct!
even my blood,
I am all
I am unshadowed
to my very bones.
A symphony orchestra shakes
what’s left of who I never knew I was.
Inside the gaze of easy eyes
I am deciphered, molten, electrified
made suddenly extraordinarily rich.
Out of my head, lovebirds do fly