Tuesday, November 28, 2006

For The One Eye

If You were to look sideways
at another
I would be devastated.
I know You are as jealous as I.

When my teeth chatter in the cold
You are a warm tongue
for my words.
If You see me angry
You leap to be my anger.

We look steadily
watching out for
dissolving of focus.
We share that explicit
appreciative look
like a beauty spot
for the one eye.