dont see me, you
my stalkers face emerged
from secrets soft light
blue shadow light and brow-masked eyes
still hide
i dont mind
i know when you open you could be out of
corneas and pigments
i have carved many unsuccessful
faces, because of eyes of you
but those cheekbones your holes
balance on chiefly like
houses on beaches in
Carolina
I have been carving those for
mere ages.
Stilt of cheeks, owl room houses
curtains drawn
so that, look up , when I
a black sliver catches attention
of mine and conveniently
pauses time
meet be tomorrow
just after tide, early
and wide. we play tennis
on the compact sand
and maybe tell me you
your name
