for you.

It's strange the way those old
songs begin to ring true-
I only have eyes-
I feel other people looking at me
wondering how I fit together
I am a strange creature with watercolor
arms and a sharper beak,
eyes so big they won't
seem to close, ever,
not even when you and I are
so close-
I tried it once,
tried to keep my eyes shut as our
tongues were measuring
each others' teeth,
but I couldn't
keep my lids down,
I couldn't not
take it all in,
the size of your irises,
the flat plane of your cheek.
I tell myself to
let go. Relax.
But my hands are too excited
to sit still-
they paw at you gently
as if asking for permission
as if violence
wasn't a turn-on
for either of us.

--
(k)