Behind your eyes is a forest:
Fresh air, cool water running,
Leaf filtered sunlight,
Eyelash curling coy around your hazel tree eyes.
It is dark, cold, damp and I have no compass.
Under the old leaves are shoots,
Footsteps around and around,
who else is in this wilderness?
Forests and thunderstorms put me in my place.
Just another surviving animal,
A great relief, and vulnerability.
I expect to see green shoots
from your eyes one morning –
– while my green eyes grow dark with old leaves.
My sister, sweet soul,
deer doe eyed beauty.
Vain selfish fancy-
Full lovely girl.
You always laugh until you cry.
I wish you were still,
Black moth on the fridge,
Fluttering and fragile,
blown in by the storm,
Stark against the antiseptic white.
Pissing on the white sheets.
Black coal dripping from your mouth.
Large eyes, all pupil, wavering
Between crying and laughing.
You were young and full of fantasy,
All green eyes and sparkle,
Drifting and catching,
Stinging and floating.
Falling so lightly
Off a bridge so high.
Not grounded, even then.
Too light hearted to die.
Rising again, hardened and confused.
Lady, light, you are floating away
And leaving your angry bitter body with me.
Killing your sweet self.