Wednesday, March 11, 2009

with my eyes


with my eyes

‘Here’s looking at you, kid’.

When you caught me looking,
as you struggled in distant care;
when proximity belied
the phantom touch you sensed:
I was loving you with my eyes.

When words of comfort
somersault and play
in chaotic tumbles
then fail to span
chasms between brain and lip;
when expression is disguised
by furrow’s distorting grip:
I’ll be loving you with my eyes.

When I can offer
nothing but a shallow glance
the glint within
will be my love.

2 comments:

Cami said...

This is so very, very SWEET!

lindayezak said...

Awww! The kind of romance that leaves me weak-kneed and weepy! Love it!