Squinting Crystals
Muddle
of feathered snow
and static water,
fat and thin greens,
red steel and
black wood
on either side
loom
before these
crystal eyes
just born
to a new day
A faint face flashes
in the foreground,
a hero’s,
burned by
a withered passion,
exhausted
by a convoluted love
Saliva polishing
lips that streak
a priceless smile
upon ragged cheeks,
infinitely mellow
Crystal eyes
squint to see
this morose glory
on wrecked beauty
and recognizes
the tireless
and
the faultless lover
of my reeking skin
with
squinting eyes of fire
piercing through
my illusory resilience,
seeking the genuine
and
the evincing,
crystal within.
