bed of coals

Enveiled, as usual
lifted my eyes by the chin
you invited me in

a place I know, have been
sitting by the fire-place.
And only on this hearth

have I seen illumination
made warmer
by generous raditation

over time and across space
between us-apart-of something else
that remains Otherness

between bonds like breath
we share aglow,
rekindled when struck together.



Painting by Santiago Rusiñol (1894) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Wise eyes

Blink the drapes

promise me just a peek

into the whole you

Some light filters through

nocturnal pupils wink

in growing view

The horizon waits

posing at a distance

closer than infinity

Muted dimensions bleed over

open endlessly, unraveling 

before me, after you

Swallowing the hole

lingering note, an after taste

foreshadowing hues cast

between you and I

a line is strung

will you

touch it

with your

wise eyes?

Composed 6/20/15.

Image of painting by Paul Émile Chabas [Public domain], Nymph, (1869-1937) via Wikimedia Commons.