If there were a reason
Why I've written about your eyes
A million times, then maybe
I would quit writing about you at all.
An ocean passed through your mind and
I knew because you squinted and they turned blue.
The mast of the sailboat rotated and turned south, towards
Who knows, towards your life. Your eyes said
It all and then you were traveling through
Another country and I couldn't see it anymore,
Even though you were still standing before me.
You left and returned, hurried hello
And passionate goodbye every
Fifteen minutes, like if you didn't you
Might forget to chase that dream.
And then we'd park beneath street lights and
You'd see the continents glimmer in my eyes and
The map unfold in my hands and across my arms,
Into my palms and across my chest; there was
No stopping your hungry hands, gathering limbs
And smoothing over skin, nurturing body, making
Baths for my tired bones. Under the street light
You tasted this and that for a while,
Matched my clavicle to the curve of Tierra del Fuego
To discover El Fin del Mundo in the crevices,
Even just for a while.
You said you'd never get there, you'd never
Get anywhere with your vacant optimism.
But the curve of your chin and the ocean in our eyes
But the curve of your chin and the ocean in our eyes
Always told me otherwise.
