Your yes that I know always means no when
you say it. Why you keep doing that I
know, and why you don’t know. You say it then
run away, not your body, just your eyes.
I lived with fear so long I held it dear,
resigned to its invisible rack. This
is why I know. I study your eyes, clear
as that mountain pond beside us, your kiss
warm as our afternoon sun. Every day
I look back at your words, your eyes, actions
so opposite to what I’ve heard you say,
so far from what we both desire. Your ear’s
piercing jewels glow like Eos's tears.
Roger Armbrust
October 12, 2014
