not for the seeing

i know
that when i look into you
you don’t see what i do.


the silent wandering

that deep darkness of your eyes

lit by a solitary flame of yearning


the way your laughter volatile,

rising from within

bursts forth like flames to spilt gasoline.


the breaking of a crooked smile

from the corners of your lips

or the crinkle of your eyes

as they dissolve into mirth.


you won’t seek out

that space where we exist, coexist

you and I

in sympathy and longing,

in music and melody

and sometimes, in fire and coldness


you will not see as I do

and so it is

for when I look into you

you are staring back into the eyes of one

blinded by the love of you.

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