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 storm.
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 two hearts chasing each other in a very green field,
Finally,
they’re cheek-to-cheek
when the red horizons appear.
They walk above Hanauma Bay;
They dive to the depths
of Spitting Caves.

In your eyes,
I see me in REM,
in bed of tulips and daisies.
Above,
is a vivid rainbow
half across the bluish sky,
Whilst playful trade winds
are molesting
my white skirt:
No, they don’t intend
to share our heaven-
I bet.
Just like you
they’re just teasing themselves-
I guess.