Don't you dare not look at me, woman
First shy and gliding glance
briefly touching your face with my need of you
the way a cat licks at cream
so swift, so fast, so much afraid to be rebuffed
avert my eyes and wait, wait
for courage to rekindle
will I dare to look at you like that again?
I wait patiently
outside all still, hands not at all unclasping,
no perspiration of expectancy
no feverish nervous glances at other things
hiding the need to look and lock into your eyes only
under a glaze of back-held breath.
Then
like that first early morning lick of crimson,
that gold and mauve revelation
that heralds another dawn in under summer's canopy of velvet night
I feel the brushing of your curious look in my direction.
Since we become when we are seen,
I feel my outer self go red and conscious now
revealed to you and to myself
as someone really here or maybe there
or maybe someone else between the seer and the look.
And then again
the swift passing investigation
checking now, she looked at me?
and not at something just beyond?
I was not merely in her line of sight?
Ah ! the flush of knowing true
of being really me.
I dare! gulping down fear, I dare!
I say it loud inside and then part my lips to say it loud out there
convince myself of what I need and want to believe
what the skin knows to be true
but has not reached the eye
or hit the mind so fully yet.
The vagrant heart denies the very longing that it has.
But as I lift my lids and look
I meet the steadfast and unwavering sheen of beholding me
I slowly center my perspective
I focus on the new world slowly opening
laid bare before my probing eyes.
I enter you through your eyes
and your world involves me
as it expels me from myself
and I become
a part of you
the way the salt is part of ocean's spray
the way that warmth is part of light
the way that love is part of recognition.
I enter through your eyes
invited and inveigled
immersed and immobilized
I enter and entrench myself
I ask and hear the answers echo truly
we melt, we merge, we mill,
we fuse and do not refuse
the merger, this delicate mystery.
I enter through your eyes
and the seeing is the needing
the wanting it's own reward
the words create their song
and harmony is you as melody is I.
It seems so silly now
to think I did not dare to look
and I shake in recognition of the fact
that had I not dared, had I not looked at you
then I would still and certainly for ever
never have been allowed to enter you
through your eyes.
I enter through your eyes with mine
and all you see of me is yours, just for the looking
all other entries now, in other parts and other ways
are but an effect of this one cause
I entered you through your eyes.
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
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Written on 2007-07-03 at 08:10
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I enter through your eyes
First shy and gliding glance
briefly touching your face with my need of you
the way a cat licks at cream
so swift, so fast, so much afraid to be rebuffed
avert my eyes and wait, wait
for courage to rekindle
will I dare to look at you like that again?
I wait patiently
outside all still, hands not at all unclasping,
no perspiration of expectancy
no feverish nervous glances at other things
hiding the need to look and lock into your eyes only
under a glaze of back-held breath.
Then
like that first early morning lick of crimson,
that gold and mauve revelation
that heralds another dawn in under summer's canopy of velvet night
I feel the brushing of your curious look in my direction.
Since we become when we are seen,
I feel my outer self go red and conscious now
revealed to you and to myself
as someone really here or maybe there
or maybe someone else between the seer and the look.
And then again
the swift passing investigation
checking now, she looked at me?
and not at something just beyond?
I was not merely in her line of sight?
Ah ! the flush of knowing true
of being really me.
I dare! gulping down fear, I dare!
I say it loud inside and then part my lips to say it loud out there
convince myself of what I need and want to believe
what the skin knows to be true
but has not reached the eye
or hit the mind so fully yet.
The vagrant heart denies the very longing that it has.
But as I lift my lids and look
I meet the steadfast and unwavering sheen of beholding me
I slowly center my perspective
I focus on the new world slowly opening
laid bare before my probing eyes.
I enter you through your eyes
and your world involves me
as it expels me from myself
and I become
a part of you
the way the salt is part of ocean's spray
the way that warmth is part of light
the way that love is part of recognition.
I enter through your eyes
invited and inveigled
immersed and immobilized
I enter and entrench myself
I ask and hear the answers echo truly
we melt, we merge, we mill,
we fuse and do not refuse
the merger, this delicate mystery.
I enter through your eyes
and the seeing is the needing
the wanting it's own reward
the words create their song
and harmony is you as melody is I.
It seems so silly now
to think I did not dare to look
and I shake in recognition of the fact
that had I not dared, had I not looked at you
then I would still and certainly for ever
never have been allowed to enter you
through your eyes.
I enter through your eyes with mine
and all you see of me is yours, just for the looking
all other entries now, in other parts and other ways
are but an effect of this one cause
I entered you through your eyes.
Poetry by Teddy Donobauer
Read 541 times
Written on 2007-07-03 at 08:10
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