Why Eyes: A Haiku

O’ what for my eyes
Where they cradle, who they hold
Will they be held back

photo booth

I can’t make the plaid
Take its leave of my mind’s eye
Regardless, I’ll try

Mercy please be loud
Else I’ve no way of knowing
I’ll listen for you

In secret my hands
lift you from my hip upward.
Your path shall be blessed.

In the writing world
In the whole-wide, spinning world
In my little world

If it be my fate
That I be your loving fate
May it come to pass

Of wake-up whispers:
I love you world. Yes, I will….
Take these outstretched hands.

I saw us loving
But it was in black and white
There must be color

I Learned. I Noticed.
I Wondered. I Do Believe.
This Is How I Feel.

You look and you learn
You seek and you see
But this shirt I slept in
This shirt that I wept in
Is the shirt where I learned to see me

It’s the shirt that I’ll dance in
It’s the shirt that I’ll love in
And tho’ it’s still stained
With milk and not meat
It will not be made a mockery