love poem

The girl stares.

     out of reach and away from the light

     she is all eyes, saved up

     sitting years to tear them out to

     wash, dry, sterilize and bandage

     all for waiting and wanting

     these Virgin Eyes

     bravely dressed in mother's clothes

     behind these Virgin Eyes,

     the body dissolved---no

     stuffed in the drawer

     with the cigarettes and keys

The boy sleeps.

     smell alone undiscovered

     between the sheets,

     against the linens

     between his legs and warmer

     against his lips

All hers now.

     claiming the heat of his breath

     seizing each curve of his face

     relentless,

     her intravenous eyes

    she weeps for blindness

    heavy and safely

    at last undressed

    her gaze preserved.