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I, Eye (June poem and audio)

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…”

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

National Poetry Month 2015–Two Poems Read For You

National Poetry Month 2015

About Face
_____________

To see your face   again
I stood still  and thought of rain

thought of the way that it falls hard and racing          to the needy earth
thought of how water holds memory   like a speakable secret
thought of how     the droplets begging to be set free
must be what we call       thunder
thought of the joy in     filling up to the brim
thought of the moment when   tears    spill

I thought lovingly of watching raindrops invade my Grandmother’s gardens
thought excitedly of how the turned up soil      parts into bursts
thought jealously of how the bits of given ground        reclaim their new order
in  tiny closing pools with swallowed
gulping    drinks

thought of those quarter-sized patches  of newly wetted earth
and the way each one    takes its’ time and closes a darkened circle
back onto itself          just like in the blink of your eyes

yes
I see you now        I see the press and close of your lashes
and how the brown of your eye is swallowed like a refreshing drink
yes
I see you now      I see the way you open your eyes back to the world
how the whites are newly polished glass
and how each wetted and slippery round orb   reclaims it’s searching
yes
I know the reddened rose-come to-Ruebenesque flush of your small, rounded cheek
as you find me    delighted in your reemergence  from the briefest slumber
and I know the feathered rupture of your smiling mouth
across the succulent rivulets of your pampered flesh and pearled grin
and I know that your brow is curling inwardly
that it rises and takes the angle of your forever unanswerable question
the one that gathers the valley of tea-cake brown flesh between your eyes into bunches
and flares your nostrils into the slightest     breathless    moment of wonder

I can tell you that your chin quivers just before you smile
that  your breasts rise expectantly beneath every one of your blouses
that your curls unpin slowly from behind the tips of your ears
that your  tongue passes over your teeth in a beautiful habit
that your  lips press into themselves and emerge from that meeting in splendor

yes

I can see you now   I see your face like raindrops falling    landing   smiling
…into place    …from your sky-bursting laughter    …your heaven of moments
I see your questions and wonders      and how you want just one answer
how you want to know       in the new heart that you have opened     just for me
that     when we leave this moment
will I remember that, yes…we can come back here…
anytime

Jas. Mardis
4/2015 (24aa)

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Weighing Waiting
__________      _____

If you wait for me
the first time

before you see my smile     up close

before you like the way
I tilt myself into
laughter
& sunlight

before you agree that there is a beautiful rhythm
in the tap and scuffle of my body’s
swaying, vigorous, massaging approach toward you

before the weight of your anticipation wanes

if you wait for me     before you know me    well
before the glee within your imagination and wanting  slips

before there is caution and hesitation
weeping  into the excitement of having everything that I saw in your eyes
and asked to see    again  but   closer and nearer

before
before
before

if only you will wait for me
and let your bag fill and warm the cafe’s glitter-red booth space
that I am coming to draw around myself    like a cape
and be royally    regally   and rapaciously  poured out before you:

Go ahead
choose the entire tray of desserts
claim the coffee is already cold     each time the Waiter plops it down
between our voices and laughter and flirting     that easily shames the machine-thrown mug

chase the carnivorous bites of meats and cheeses and fruits
with wine that has to be brought in from stores along the block

call sweetly into my bent ear with conspiratorial abiding

gentle     gentler still     gently and grinningly give graciously    in
and speak the truth of the matter and meeting    aloud:
Yes, after all those unfilled minutes alone
after claiming your spot in the pool of my gaze
after teasing the heat and sauce from my spoon

after
after
after

I was     am     will certainly be again
well worth the wait.

Jas. Mardis
(4aa)
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