These Lookers I Call Eyes
These lookers I call eyes
These round, wet, rotating, blinking things
I call eyes
Do so much more than look:
They sparkle, they cry, the scold, they imply.
They flirt, they know, they gloss over, they fill
With awe-big and round in a child's face
And with a single look
Of a single eye
They will put you back in your place.
See every part of me, and understand some part of you.
I do wish I could see you as you see you
But then, you see, I'd have to change my lookers.
Large almonds filled with honey-
Star-gazing with the moonlight running
Across the far, far distance to seep into my mind
Through these eyes that are
All for me, for me.
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