twinkle in the eye
They call you a twinkle in the eye,
a dream so pie-high-in-the-sky
your faint glint might be
just a silver lining
or a stray satellite making its rotation
or falling debris
I can’t help but call a star
or some alien phenomenon
I think myself
this immense iris
of earthbound browns and greens and blues,
fancy my horizons so far and clear
that nothing could elude
my four corners,
my projection-lines and boxes,
yet so easily you do
I think myself
so intrepid a pupil,
fancy I study the secret presences,
vainly scanning sky for yours,
with nothing but fragile instruments
down in my pinprick aperture,
a shallow-deep hollow
in which little light stays
There you are already somehow,
beneath, a tender treasure,
a bun in the blood-warm oven –
more host than I –
waiting, moving tectonically in
this earthen ovary, close,
and even afar, not needing to scan
in return, having found me already
I seek with midnighted lens,
but you see by lunar glisten,
shadow-friendly shimmer,
content to kiss my surface tension
and bend in my whirling gravity,
to leave heat where
I so easily lose your shine
as I turn ever on
On the few cloudless nights I chance
a passing gaze up to mama moon,
foolishly beseeching her goddess-glory,
for you, and you, amused,
shine back from yet another cupid crater there –
one heavenly body to another –
aiming your beam to gleam
upon my dim-windowed soul
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