In Your Eyes


 
 
 

In your eyes,
I see a lakeside bungalow
with roofs in vibrant indigo:
Poled on it,
is a flimsy antenna of loneliness
bending to the breeze of summer;
Poled on it,
is a sturdy pink flag
of I Am Yours Republic
displaying bravado
even to the eyes of storms.
They stand still side-by-side amid the deepening of night.
They keep space to honor their differences
until aurora comes to light.

 
 

In your eyes,
I see Brownie and Miming
holding claws
while walking
while smothering
making Mama says
“Ay caramba,”
for a beauty
that can never be compared
as theirs is bound not to exists,
but something magical happens.
They defy reasons;
They give in to nature.

 
 

In your eyes,
I see two hearts
chasing each other
in the greenest field,
finally, cheek-to-cheek
when red horizons
start to seep in.
They walk above the waters Hanauma Bay;
They dive to the depths of Spitting Caves.

 
 

In your eyes
I see me
snoring
in REM
in bed of tulips and daisies
in colors of ROYGBIV,
while trade winds
are molesting my white skirt.
No,
they don’t intend–
to share our heaven–
I bet.
They are just
teasing themselves–
I guess.

 
 
 

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