What is there to lose?
When I make smoke signals to you
with my eyes.
Yet you have a symphony dancing
behind your lips.
So you tape up pictures of me
and teach me to sing
Yet all that emerges is a
drowsy violinist.
Rapidly though, I can make
a world fall asleep.
Mouth closed, eyes open,
alertness is the key
You walk away forever
melodiously.
i oftentimes find you sending me smoke signals with your eyes. now i know it is a common occurrence and i no longer feel special.
ReplyDeletebut really, this is s'lovely.