the eyes are not a window
the eyes are the truth
and I see
in hers
what I know
from body movement
from a smile
the ease of time spent
and lament
but rejoice
wandering in the forest of my mind
for so long
you forget in moments
memories seem like a movie you saw in the 80s
or someone else’s life
not your own
a spectator
in my own skin
for too long
and in an instant
in her eyes, I see what I know, what I lost
my pulse quickens
the subtle hum of joy trembles below
not trepidation as once might have informed
no, I just want to hold her
head to my heart
to feel her particular warmth
and sit there as one
for a time,
cherish the moments, write them down on your skins.

(and a note to any and all… just a reminder I write and post, very rarely do I edit, not that agonizing over every word was not my thing ages ago, but as things go now, this is just my bulletin board, if it comes out great, great, if not, also great, that’s just me, throwing out bottles into the sea, some have messages of worth.. some might sink into the sand… so be it, in a happy way…)