To my astigmatic eyes
You are two stories untold
embracing in a lonely dream,
yet fluctuating apart in the undulating sleep.
When we make love
I discover my lover, my twin,
buried under centuries
of oblivious memories
reaching out to me in a moment’s fading scream.
And when you kiss and leave,
You have the face of
those countless averting eyes,
looking away in awkward embarrassment
unable to face
the tears of a woman.
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