The Absence of Wavelength

When Eyes Agree

If This Isn’t Love (it might harassment)

Meeting your arresting look drills a steel lock —
open eyes cannot conceal tidal oceans —
but obey your lunar glow only —
tugged across a traversable abyss
to regale you — as all old stories refreshingly new.

These deaf ears savor a harmonious songbird —
your laugh and sigh soothe hummingbirds’ flutter.
A smile leaps from a most studied canvas bright —
and with lips’ pressed, might melt my own to butter.

My soul soars, left to lap the sun, assuredly,
as my blue could melt into your cotton pink core.
With slender fingers’ clasp, this flesh gifted powers Herculean.
Your easy grace cools, yet hums particles’ acceleration. 

I’m stood upright; only been a minute. How is it
I know
that you know,
as an opening avails to steal you away to pose these thoughts —
but freeze, each word locks out of my mouth before…
thaw from a hip-brush-bump of encouragement,
when I spout, “do you wanna go out?”

Now that it’s written down, I won’t leave with a frown.


6.11.25
21 lines, revisions await


Taking a cue from Lord Byron’s remarkably redundant ode to a beauty. You know the one.
Anyway, not thinking I could do better. But, thinking someone special would prefer more than uncomfortable idle adoration, go a bit beyond looks.

I can say, ‘I feel safe with you’ even after a ‘No Thanks’.
Careful here not to isolate gender or any proclivity, reserved just for ‘my poem’. Get your own.

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It truly is a classic poem, more for the poem ease and grace that mirror subject.

 

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