by Lola Bean
The Whites of your eyes
Can’t find my light
See my shape right
Unless your lids are locked tight
Or your eyes are cast down.
The curves of your ears
Deflect words
Left unheard
Without tone
Unless my lips make your sounds
The wind in your throat
Blast sirens over notes
Lost songs to the monotone
To drone out my wide mouth
And the pain and the love that&actures pouring out
And you cover yourself in your skin
Hide the motion and electricity
With thin tint
Believing it is
Where you stop and where I begin
Stop
My Eyes See just fine
I find light through your lines
Sense the motion behind
And see yours as what´s mine
My ears hold
Vibration from your soul
Shake words free
Lets loose tone
And then fills me
With you
Whole
My throat cuts notes
Makes waves out of air
Beats drums in your ear
Fixes your stare
And reveals what you fear
And my Skin
Created When
You meet me
A living process where light meets being
And I can feel you
To know your meaning
In this moment we create each other
You sense my eyes
Locate your light
Pull out that dim spark
You´ve spent lifetimes trying to hide
And your muscles grow hot
And your breathing slows deep
And you swell with my words
Spoken with intimacy
And so I reach through your hot soft shell
And into your soul sleepy and scared
And seek longingly for your connection
For passion and revelation
And you fear what you feel
And accuse me of obscenity
Say my eyes blindsided
Everything that you claimed to be
And you knock out my shine
Just to teach me a lesson
To you I´m not human
I´m just something lesser.
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