(I Eye–audio)
I, Eye
certainly
there is some other way of naming your attraction
some other ways
of counting out the names that I have given to your beauty
some simple method of calculating the hours spent remembering
all the joy
made possible simply and wonderfully by looking upon you
and knowing that
no other person or thing or moment on this old Earth
is ever going to bring me such a wonderful aching
until it returns comes back around knocks…enters…home
so,
tell me again how I first came to be in your eyes
dancing my old bones and flesh thru the sunset rivers of your stare
holding your browned, honey glazed look upon me
and being swallowed into your pupils as a precious light
just once more
say my name without opening your mouth
without parting your lips without any sounds at all
like you do on your pictures
taken from above your head from your camera’s phone
selfish selfies
with the whole world wanting to be part of such a moment
men and women themselves watching for their turn in your eyes
willing to settle for a moment of you thru a lens
wanting silent credit for capturing all of what you want just me to see
and moments later there you are
the distance miles of roads acres of grass and river waters
steps and tip-toed inches erased with a button’s push
and you
your eyes so brilliant and bright and beckoning me into that flash moment
your silliness your awakening into morning light your muscle work
spilling out from my phone
sighted suddenly like lonely sailors must have seen Mermaids
missing home watching dark water a noise
the glass eye raised to see whatever could it be
“Captain, my Captain…oh, my soul…”
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Jas. Mardis (06/ 2015)
(4nomi/)
Jas. Mardis is a 2014 inductee to The Texas Literary Hall of Fame and Editor of KenteCloth: Southwest Voices of the African Diaspora, UNT Press
The beauty that counts out names… An attraction.
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The glazed honey look..!
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